If the world was once flat,
just a map
of lands far away
then how is it
that the map
has spread apart today?
They say our Earth is closer now,
With us all looking upon the same sky.
But I see blue
and you may too
But others see a lie
How simple life
was back then
When our Earth
was not round
No technology,
No texting,
We talked face to face.
But I don’t know my best friends voice
I know how fast they type,
For life these days
The smarter laugh
At those who cannot Skype
What is the moral of the tale
of talking with no voice?
You can send a text a message
Or you could make a different choice.
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