You can call me quaint, I’m out of step
With all the “apps” on Internet
On-line banking? Not for me
I still deal with an employee.
I like the twenty-minute stroll
Through the village to my goal
There’s no Post Office any more
Reduced to “Post Point” in a store.
The supermarkets are too vast
A zillion trolleys to get past
You stand in queues that stretch for miles
Too few cashiers, too few smiles.
Is the Smart phone now the way to go
With its brother, I-pad? I don’t know.
Little humanity survives
Electronic gadgets rule our lives.
No birthday cards, just SMS
Or an office email if you’re pressed.
We live in “bubbles” – music blaring
From MP3’s and no one caring…
(c) Poet in the woods 2014