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WHO’LL HEAR THE LOVE SONGS?

Weekdays I usually walk in the park before work.  I don’t wear headphones or carry a smart phone as many there do.  Instead I tune into the music of the morning – the symphony of birds singing playful songs, the sun throwing shadows ahead of me, an honest rustle of trees moved by the start of another breezy autumn day.  Part of life’s beauty missed by those engrossed with technology.

WHO’LL HEAR THE LOVE SONGS?
(To the tune of, “Everybody’s out of Town,” by Burt Bacharach & Hal David, recorded by B. J. Thomas)

Who’ll hear the melodies?
Birds chirping love songs in the trees?
You’ve got your Bluetooth gadget in your ear.
Seems, everybody’s in the cloud.
No one’s, living in the Here-and-Now.

Who’ll watch the show at night?
Stars making magic with their light?
Try wishing on a star with your I-Pad.
Seems, everybody’s in the cloud.
No one’s, living in the Here-and-Now

Everyone these days, is so distracted
off in their own zone.
People bunk into me with their heads down.
Stuck in their I-Phone.

Somewhere a,
kid’s crying for his mom.
Logged onto Facebook, she won’t come.
Life slipping by, completely unnoticed.
Seems, everybody’s in the cloud.
No one’s, living in the Here-and-Now.

Who’ll see the magic? Who’ll hear the love songs?
When, everybody’s in the cloud.
No one’s, living in the Here-and-Now.

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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