Without their smartphones, many folk can’t walk.

I find it hard  these days to have a proper talk
A text arrives, my landline rings, what next?
Without their smartphones, many blindly sulk.

Conversation  could occur on walks
When phones were heavy and but few could text
I find it hard  these   times to have a  talk

An object of transition , made in bulk
In colours.sizes.prices it’s alleged
That without their smartphones, many people sulk.

Their lips are shuttered with a  vocal cork.
Against our humanness, they  took a pledge
I find it hard to get  friends   here to  talk

With right hand holding combined knife and fork
The left one texts and  secrets are divulged
Without their smartphones, many folk can’t walk.

I ‘m determined with  complete resolve
To  make my tongue appealingly involved
When I  meet a human , I shall talk
And if they say,you’re foreign, I’ll  run riot.