Idle
Son,
My advice I hope you heed
There was a time we said he's with handshakes
Smiled with our teeth,but
Now
I was stunned to be greeted with a nod
Shocked to be smiled with a wave of hand
Son,
There was a time we were kind with our hearts,
Came together to celebrate sorrow,but
Now son,
We grieve on social media
Gossip with our eyes
All hid behind the pretty smiles
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