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A Diversion For Dunces

Drop the phone, my dear.

By Alvin AngPublished 10 months ago 1 min read
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Dear you, head bowed,

Intimate with only your phone-

Screen. Your Grandmother's

Tremors you do not see, nor do you

Realize that Time is a river that

Always runs.

Critical years are slipping by:

Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, while you are lost in the

Illusion.

O' dear you, a day will come when you look up and know that you can

Never go home again.

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About the Creator

Alvin Ang

👑 Writer of scandalous stories. Author of "National Service: Confessions of a Skiving Soldier" and "Confessions of a Singaporean Weed Smoker." Buy my books here!

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  • Babs Iverson9 months ago

    Brilliant!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕

  • Mackenzie Davis10 months ago

    That last line holds so much truth. I was dumbfounded when I read it. Not where I expected it to go, but perfect.

  • Lamar Wiggins10 months ago

    You've painted so much truth in the distractions that consume us. Great entry!

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