I-Scream
How I long for those days that I once understood:
When kindling was nothing but slivers of wood,
When a PC was a man with a helmet of cork
And having a chat involved something called 'talk',
When a PS was found at the end of a letter
And tablets were something you took to feel better
When an icon was someone we held in esteem
And a mouse was a rodent that made us all scream.
Now I watch people walking with plugs in their ears
Their eyes fixed on screens while my eyes fill with tears
For now, it's i-pads and i-pods and i-phones and I cry
For those days when it was more about 'we' and not 'I'.
Copyright © Barry Freeman | Year Posted 2021
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