Maps
We used to keep maps
In our home and the car
To navigate when
We were traveling far.
Most were AAA issued;
We got them for free
For New York or wherever
Our next trip would be.
When planning a journey,
We’d highlight the route
So, aside from construction,
There’d be no dispute.
We relied on our maps
Until GPS came,
Then a voice gave directions;
It wasn’t the same.
With WAZE, there are updates
Of traffic, we’re told,
So our routes can be switched
With no maps to unfold.
Our stash, which once helped us
Avoid getting lost
Has, except for some strays,
Been, quite candidly, tossed.
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