A Sort of Poem – Bowed heads and Closed hands
A Sort of Poem – Bowed heads and Closed hands
by David John Robson¨
When I was a lad, I bowed my head to pray.
My elders taught me to pray for those sick, and to pray for the world.
I was encouraged to go outside or beyond myself.
With hands held together, I strived to reach beyond myself.
Today those like me, an elder, tried to teach but mostly failed.
Technology trumped parents and others.
Today’s youth, like me still bow their heads.
They bow them more than I did, and for much longer.
They too bow and use their hands, but they bow and stare at their devices.
They bow as they text, game, or mess about.
They reach with bowed heads to their hands to feed their needs.
The clenched hands serve to serve themselves.
What a different world.
