Thoughts on St. Andrew's Day

As it’s all digital these days

We flounder in an I.T. maze;

Real contact is a rarity;

Who really shares a cup of tea?

 

To be 'hip', you must be 'on line'

But living ‘through screens’ isn’t fine;

Lonely souls just cannot cope

It’s all just hype, buoyed up by hope.

 

With mental anguish on the rise

Depression overwhelms our eyes …

Whereas an in-depth chat with friend

Can often help our Angst to mend.

 

But outward signs are so discreet

That sadness, hidden very deep,

Is not observed until too late;

We all have so much on our plate…

 

December’s tinsel-fuelled veneer

And outward ‘bonhomie’ can scare

We mask our loneliness and smile

But solitude can be a trial …

(c) Poet in the woods 2022