I heard that Instagram killed visual art.
I heard it’s hard to see in the dark.
I heard we don’t share posts from the heart.
I heard it’s time to go back to the start.
I heard that life is hard.
I heard money can buy a bed but not sleep.
I heard that sleep is for the weak.
I heard money can buy you Instagram features.
I heard that there’s nothing that hate can teach us.
I heard money can buy books but not knowledge.
I heard that there’s no word that rhymes with orange.
I heard money can buy clocks but not time.
I heard that Oprah “Win Free” is next in line.
I heard money can buy medicine but not health.
I heard that we should not seek material riches but spiritual wealth.
I heard money can buy a house but not a home.
I heard that there’s nothing in death that we own.
I heard my son’s first cry in person.
I heard his heartbeat before he was born.
I heard my wife’s smile after our son was born.
I heard that Instagram killed art.
But what I have seen, smelt, tasted and felt is Love.
Real Love like Mary J.