A tale of Three Diaries

Once upon a time, That seems so long a go now, We were smarter and wiser, For longer. But we cannot take credit for that, No, that is down to three diaries, That once gave us daily reminders, But always leaving the actual decision-making in our hands. The first always there to greet us in the morning, And tell us what day it was and whether it was a work day, Or a play day, And remind us of things we needed to do, The people we needed to see, And what times we needed to remember, As well as what we needed to pick up on the way home. It also gave warning of upcoming events, birthdays, anniversary's etc., That we could otherwise forget and suffer the consequences. And as I write this I just remembered the pocket diary, That linked the home diary to the work dairy, Informing it of events that would would keep us away from work, And gripes we had that it should know about. As well as keeping us up to date with all things work related, The work diary had the duty of making sure the pocket diary, Did not leave without a list of all relevant notes papers to take home. Finally we come to the personal diary, If we decided we needed an extra sounding board, To help us reset our emotional clock. Or wanted affirmation regarding decisions we had made, Or were about to make. Back to the modern world, Where we most have no use for a diary, Relying instead on artificial intelligence, Which does our thinking for us, All based on instructions from a select few humans, Who in hindsight we should have not let touch, Or do anything without proof they knew what a diary was for, And could find in it words to the wise, Regarding why it is important to have fully functioning, Non artificial brains around, For ever and ever amen!