I don’t look towards tomorrow, I simply pray to my phone.

In times when I need uplift, when I could use a pet,

I pass by fur and, in a blur, look up cats on the net.

And when I’m seeking contact, I need not take to the streets.

I just sit back and hover, with my thumbs texting out tweets.

I haven’t seen a face in years, except upon a screen.

All I need to live on gets delivered, sight unseen.

I feast on remote teaching, remote learning, on-line fun.

I play for hours at Candy Crush, until I’m sure I’ve won.

I’ve found an app that lets me look at sunlight when I’m down.

There are surveillance cameras that show what goes on in town.

At day’s end, my phone’s on my pillow, whispering goodnight.

My only friend, until the end, is never out of sight.