A Eulogy to Conversation

~GABRIEL CASTRO

Oh, how I miss the days of golden past,
the voices heard throughout the day and night–
shouting with fury– whispering with fright.
Different dynamics, how they would contrast!
But now the days of speech have surely passed,
and have been overruled with nights of bytes.
How the age of phones has brought a blight,
chats all but left to be mourned in mass.

You fill our hearts and light fills the Earth
Let us lay down our handheld arms and speak.
For in humanity there is great dearth,
that conversation can fill with great mirth
And though the current age, indeed, seems bleak,
let us laugh and cry jointly to rebirth.