Stories are Simply Stories

Fantasy or Reality

When I was young

And story time came

I’d sit at my teacher’s knee,

Listen and wonder

At all those amazing

Tales of fantasy.

 

I would know

When playtime came

I could pretend to be,

Those characters

Which fascinated me.

 

Lessons would come

It was time to put aside

Fantasy for reality.

 

Today I wonder how children know

What is real or not.

Most of their time rigorously spent

On mobile devices,

Viewing games, computers, and TV;

 

Thus they never see

The real things around them:

Birds, people, trees;

Pets sitting idle

Yearning for walks,

Chores needing to be done,

Lessons waiting to be learned;

These no longer priority.

 

Does it change their minds

About what’s real or not;

How they see the world,

Those they neglect, contact not

Through normal conversations,

Only through screens, distant means,

No longer viewing

Facial expressions, body language,

Word tones, sadness or glee?

 

Do these children grow up

Forever changed,

Never know God’s real world,

Forget what they can accomplish,

No longer know

What it means to be?

 

Has their every waking hour

Become fantasy?

 

Are they too young with developing brains

To expose

To too much technology?

 

Perhaps new evaluation

Needs to be sought

A balance struck:

 

Back to story time

Sitting at teacher’s knee,

Learn the difference between

Fantasy and reality.

 

 

© 2016

L. Williams

Reviews

[underneathme]

Words mirror the current generation :) and trails beautifully to discover the root causes :)

[Christian Bonoan]

Back to story time
Sitting at teacher’s knee,
Learn the difference between
Fantasy and reality.

i love this ending line, I can relate to this so much! Nice work here!! Keep it up!

[L Williams]

Thank you very much for taking the time to review my work. I appreciate your kind words and opinion on it.