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'.