Computer Generation

December 21, 2012 at 6:58 pm (history, literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, sociology, Stories) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

He was once a real boy;

distinctly she remembered him

holding her hand and looking her in the eye.

.

These days, to gain his attention

she wore prescription 3D glasses

and sat in a life-simulating gaming chair;

unsure whether the blurred edges he exhibited

were the result of his stereoscopic obsession,

a definite change in generational perspective,

or the tears in her empty nest eyes.

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2 Comments

  1. Genie said,

    Deep and heart-wrenching.

  2. unfetteredbs said,

    deep sigh….

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