Going To the Bank

When I first started working (And things were low-tech), Each payday I'd march To the bank with my check. I'd sign it and wait for The teller to take it, Depositing some Just as soon as I'd make it. I'd glance in my passbook To check the amount, So proud that I'd managed To have an account. It's years now since I've Stepped inside of a bank. I guess that technology's What I should thank. Yet somehow I miss Those transactions of yore. There is no connection Like I had before. With auto-deposit The money I earn Never touches my hand (Though it's still mine to burn). Yes, it makes my life easy - Well, timewise it does - But it's just not the same As the way it once was.