She is a child of our times
A reluctant reader of poems longer than twelve lines
She knows next to nothing
Only that she can find it online
She doesn’t count the time in chimes
But in the seconds it takes her phone
To tell her which way to go
She wonders where all this leads to
And if the world will ever make sense
She is, after all, a child of our times.
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