Hey guys! This poem is a Shakespearean Sonnet, a poetic form consisting of three quatrains followed by a couplet, forming a total of 14 lines, with each line typically written in iambic pentameter. The typical rhyme scheme is of the order abab-cdcd-efef-gg. Hope you like it!
One morning, as I was scrolling through my phone,
It struck me suddenly that my entire life
Revolves around technology — Mind-blown,
I pondered how our ancestors lived — Their strife
As they combed through a plethora of books
For the slightest tidbit of info; Or how
They got dressed and how they set their crooks,
Without the hairdryers that we have now.
I know for a fact that I’d be lost without
Siri and Google and Youtube — Not least
The social media that keeps me devout;
The internet no doubt is an absolute beast!
Technology is no longer an invention mere —
We humans are its slaves… That much is clear.
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For more on Shakespearean sonnets, check out my other sonnet, entitled “Letter to Myself” here: Letter to Myself (Sonnet). Or, check out my all-time favorite, ‘Sonnet 18’ by Shakespeare, the master himself, here: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/shall-i-compare-thee-summers-day-sonnet-18.