Poor progress

NOT so long ago When boarding a train, You would make eye Contact with strangers And hear this refrain: “Good Day, How are you? Do have a good day.” You would make conversation As you travelled along, You would even hear someone Humming a song. Those days are gone, I’m sorry to say. You may still board a train But what do you see? Heads down as in prayer With laptops on knee! No one makes eye contact, No “Good days” are said, They are all too busy With mobiles and music Strapped to their head. If this isn’t enough There’s more they can do It’s: Just cough in your phone To see “If you have the flu’!? If this is what they call “progress” From me, they can keep it. Bring back the “good old days”. MYRTLE LEEMING, Mullaloo.