Changing Times
Today's changing times tell me
I need to become more contemporary.
Yet these old bones of mine
Would rather remain with the familiar.
Using archaic words gives me a sense
Of connecting with the ancients in
Knowing that the sensibilities of past
Generations will not be forgotten as their
Refined speech fades into oblivion.
Each growing generation wants to separate
With what they define as old-fashioned.
Still, my exuberance is shared in relating
Some of these words to my granddaughter's
Eager ears as she absorbs and mirrors me.
I delight in her attempts to pronounce their syllabic
Content with her sweet three year old tongue.
As my fingers dance upon my Kindle's glass screen
I realise I am becoming a link between the scribes
Of ancient generations and contemporaries computer
Capabilities, enabling old dogs to learn new tricks.
© Connie Marcum Wong
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