Cacophony On Holiday

Cacophony On Holiday

Grandchildren all with Ipads,

Adults with mobile phones or Ipads,

All going at once.

Kids’ TV, nursery rhymes, Wrestlemania,

You Tube videos and tricks.

Watching other people play games,

Commentating on their own games,

Watched by hundreds or thousands of young impressionable minds.

This is life, secondhand life in the 21^st century.

What have we become?

Parodies of ourselves,

A game within a game,

A backseat on somebody else’s life.

And the noise increases.

The TV is on, Countdown is on,

Jeremy Kyle or some new drama about murders or paedophiles again,

playing to no one but the casual adult,

Trying to find which beach to go on tomorrow on their Ipad or phone,

Or which holiday to go on next year.

We haven’t even finished this one yet! Hardly started.

Devon again? More Wales, North or South, east or west,

Holidays in the UK? Scotland?

(Is nobody listening to me? I want to go to Tim Buc Tou!!!

Next Year perhaps? Or the year after?)

The noise is intense,

My writing suffers,

even the wife retreats into our bedroom,

Away from the noise together.

Peace and quiet! Instant release for the mind.

The grandkids don’t want to go to bed.

The adults seek the sanctuary of sleep before they do.