Lost in Time
No more guys and girls happily driving
open-air convertible cars on weekends
free of seat belts tethering their bodies,
sweet winds swaying, fighting and playing
with their loose hairs.
No more
children walking on the streets to school,
carrying their notebooks in their arms,
not in backpacks and not on buses.
No more
bicycling around only for pleasure,
without protective helmets and gloves.
No more
family sitting on the front porch after dinner,
sharing the latest neighborhood news.
No more
walking in the fields under the moonlight.
No more
fresh milk bottles delivered to the house, but
milk boxes at immense supermarkets, with
sleepless cameras furtively watching over us.
No more
letters, no business letters, no love letters,
only e-mails to be lost in cyber space.
No more
people greeting each other, even without
knowing themselves.
No more
parents, boys and girls together going out at night,
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