The Echoes of a Digital Age

Title: The Echoes of a Digital Age

In this realm of progress, marvels unknown,
Where thoughts are mirrored on a glowing screen,
I learned I was holding my iPhone wrong,
As Apple’s screen distance feature did convene.

The world embraced my every digital touch,
Yet in my hands, I missed a subtle cue,
Through technology’s vast allure too much,
For human folly found its way anew.

A gentle whisper carried by the breeze,
A reminder to detach from this façade,
To find solace beyond virtual unease,
And touch the world with love, unceasing and broad.

Revealing truths engraved upon my soul,
I grasped the depth of life’s true offering,
In these moments, connection turned whole,
As I relearned the art of discovering.

Keywords: progress, marvels, iPhone, convenience, attachment, connection