New Technology
You suggested I order the Blackberry Bold.
(Bold choices had never been my forte.)
I trusted your judgement,
Deferred to your greater experience,
(Subsequently I learned that was not so great)
And picked it out.
At first I liked how it felt in my hand
And the way the camera lens captured images.
It seemed easy and transparent,
Which was a pleasant surprise.
Before I knew it I got comfortable
And trusted it to keep me organized and together.
Therein lies my mistake:
Never trust a new technology.
The Bold was a moody little device --
It shut down at the strangest times.
And it shut me down in consequence.
So I wrote you a note of gratitude:
"Thanks for making my choice so easy.
I hate indecisiveness.
It's such an unattractive quality."
I lied to you, salvaged the former device,
And deleted you from my contacts.
Messaging takes more time now.
I've slowed outgoing communications
Generally speaking.
Still, it seems I have all I need to get by.
Perhaps I always did.
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