A Host of Golden Smartphones

I travel public alone and bare

On roads and tracks o’er Vienna fair

People in multitudes they do stare

Shining smartphones in the air

In aisles a standing, upon soft seats

Reading tweeting as horn beeps

In the dark, projecting to the face

Brightened people-oids on their way

Row by row in every place

At stops on footpaths in public display

Thousands visible any one time

Their laughs and jokes seem very fine

Those travelled, the ones without a glare

No sparkle they seem extremely bare

Great talkers, of a very good ear

Could not help but they loudly hear

Plainly visible without much thought

It’s amazing what, to me they brought

At home relaxing, a life that’s mine

On awakening, maybee just before sleep

My mind the smartphone it doth shine

Delaying my fall to that dreaded deep

Delightfully I fill with that multitude of light

Many people happy, shining exquisitely bright

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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed--and gazed--but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

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