To sit in a meadow, the wind in my hair
The grass whispers softly, I'm hardly aware
Suddenly I hear it-- O, sweet welcome sound!
The ring of my cell phone brings me back to the ground
True comfort is knowing I'm never alone
Yes, true comfort is hearing that ring-a-ding tone.
Like bells at Christmas, or at St. Patrick's a clover
At the press of a button, all troubles are over!
Not to worry about solitude, loneliness or peace
They can call me and find me even when I'm asleep
But if you want the truth the best part of all
Is that I look cool with my phone... so give me a call!
I wrote this poem when I got back from my mission in 2005 and was suddenly surrounded on all fronts by cell phone users. "Who are they all talking to?" I wondered as I walked across campus and hundreds of trendy gabbers passed me on the walkways, giving me a glimpse into the innermost details of their personal lives. I wrote a paper about how cell phones are changing society for my ELang class, although I felt like my ideas in the paper were received by readers as kind of a "duh" "cell phones are normal, what are you talking about?" "get with the times!" idea. About eight months later I succumbed and surrendered to the madness. I wasn't strong enough to fight the fight. Do you even remember what life was like before cell phones?
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