There are times I feel that I have disconnected
Not that I meant any to feel they are neglected
But it seems that when my feelings are isolated
Less of a chance that my words need corrected.
Taking more time to immerse myself into a book
Or researching a new recipe that I dare try to cook
Twice I grabbed my poles, going out to bait a hook
Forgetting devices without needing to take a look.
Too often of late I find my mind lost in a cyber cloud
Searching and reading, at times just talking out loud
Sitting alone and yet feeling you are lost in a crowd
Until I stop and take time to talk, my head bowed.
Who knows if anyone really feels as the things I do
Over the years I thought there were those that I knew
But time change, leaving me new thoughts to chew
Can I make any sense of this and I wonder, will you.