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. Works 