Vindicated

Open plans' are the thing, they said. Not for me, I said. You old fuddy duddy, You have had your day, they said. I like a bit of privacy, I said. And I can't think straight with all that noise, I said. Get over it Pap, they said. Head phones and texting will take care of the noise level And your room is still set to your privacy level, they said What about storage, I said. Use your computer for that, they said. What about my books, I said. You can read on line, they said But what if I get bored, I said. Just go to the app store they said. But open plan is no longer cool in New York, I said. Really, they said as they rushed to their lap tops. Now that's poetic justice I thought as I made myself a cup of real coffee And flicked through the pages of a hard copy of poems by my favourite author, Bought from a real store. By my daughter with a real show of affection and understanding, For this old Fuddy Duddy.