The Lost Art Of Expression

The Lost Art Of Expression

A poem about every day interactions and the social disconnect in society by Michael Joseph Farrelly

The old man smiled and said hello
A stoical smirk returned
The grin and bear of life's woe
Dressed up as success yearned

Undeterred, he smiled again
This time with a nod and wink
A man just stared, are you insane?
What right have you to blink

The lost art of expression
A former social style
Since when was grunting fashion
Instead of just a smile

The old man sat to read his book
And observe the world go by
People rushed, no time to talk
All living in their lie

The fantasies they live
Is real life in denial
Chasing shadows that will give
Biased sentence without trial

The lost art of expression
A former social style
When sinister faked passion
Replaces a real smile

The old man stood and looked around
As a stray cat it came near
He smiled and reached out his hand
The most friendly purr to hear

The cat it had expression
A sincere social style
There was no fake compassion
Just mutual natural smile

The old man shook his head and walked
Why have people lost their way
It used to be that we talked
To pass the time of day

Now time is of the essence
Though minutes don't run faster
Only in people's pretence
They do think haste's the master

The old man had expression
A distinct social style
Lost for this generation
This wise old man's real smile

"The Lost Art Of Expression" - My Inspiration

This poem's not about young people, they know how to smile.
It's the grown ups who lost their lives to coerced compromised compliance. They're the ones to grieve.
May their dreams and imaginations RIP despite cognitive dissonant regret.

MJF

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