Had we but world enough and time,
These pastimes, iPhone, were no crime.
We’d lounge on our couch every day
Our Facebook feed leading us astray
We’d check our texts without worry
While updating our Snapchat story.
Admiring each pixel of your screen
Flashing their lights red, blue, and green
Taking ten selfies with your cam
For our friends to see on Instagram
Listening to each song on repeat
And reading through some celeb tweets
A hundred years spent on a game,
Pokemon, Mario, or a fad unnamed
Two hundred we’ll spend in a spiral
Scouring Youtube for a cat gone viral.
To each app, we’d dedicate an age
Collecting down to the last page
For, iPhone, you deserve this attention
For being such a great invention.
But at my back I always hear
Time’s winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us rests
Homework, projects, endless tests
Each hour you’ve spent by my side,
Is another hour unjustified
All the time you’ve let me waste
Forced me to finish work with such haste.
Each minute you remain in my hand
Another jewel thrown to the wasteland
Each minute in my grasp, you stay
Is another slice of life, chipped away.
Now therefore, while a teenage hue
Sits on my skin like morning dew,
And while I still’ve a life to uncover
Full of opportunities to discover.
So let us take them as they come,
Following the beat of a thousand drums
Rather at once let’s set to action,
Than languish in each small distraction.
Let us roll all our strengths and all
Our facets up into one ball,
Chopping obstacles like a knife,
Through the iron gates of life:
Though, iPhone, these games may be fun,
We’ve got an entire race to run.