The More Time, the Lesser Human

The days grow colder with each passing year

not in the weather do we feel this change

but with each passing face

each one a day older,

each one growing colder

with our dispositons

and omissions

of "how do you do?" and meaning it  too.

like we cared about our subject

and how we affect

one another.

Passing each other with our vacant expressions

only taking a moment for our

innate transgressions.

I won't say "hello" to you or ask "how do you do?"

You won't say "nice weather today"...

...but if I am in the way,

 

we will stop and have a word...

and no one tips their hat anymore

but they gladly flip you the bird.

We are automatons growing colder

With every swipe of our card               

and every line that we form,

it gets hard,

with our hands held out expectantly

for today's special brewed coffee,

to get a sense of reality...

or back to what nature

intended us to be.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

for lack of a better title...

Reviews

[Melissa Kesead]

You are so right that people are getting complacent and rude. It's sad, isn't it? Very well said.