Passe
My nephew thinks of email
Like a telegraph's to me -
It's ancient and old-fashioned and passe.
I sent an e-computer card
But got a message back
It was never viewed though sent two weeks away.
I guess he's into Facebook,
Which I'm not, or maybe text.
However he connects is not for me.
The generation gap
Is growing wider all the time
And I don't think many folks would disagree.
And so I missed his birthday,
Though I sent my card on time;
This occasion postal clerks cannot be blamed.
It's technology and differences
In age and style of life;
I relinquish all the coolness I once claimed.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2012
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