Poetry

Meeting Lost

There once was a time of routine,

Where attending meant being seen.

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But in this new age,

We sit on a virtual stage,

With faces on screens that are clean.

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No longer do we gather in crowds,

Or walk through busy city ploughed.

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Our meetings are online,

A new way to align,

But oh, how we miss the real sounds.

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We now click the link to attend,

A virtual world we must blend.

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No handshakes or hugs,

Just tiny camera shrugs,

Oh, how we long for the end.

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We see each other through pixels,

But our connection is still critical.

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Though it may not feel right,

It’s our reality in sight,

As we navigate this new ritual.

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So let’s raise a glass to the screen,

For it’s the only way we can convene.

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But soon we’ll reunite,

In person, it’ll be right,

Until then, virtual will reign supreme.

-M.A.D.