26/09/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
Technology comes and goes –
At once heralded as the greatest thing
Then an outdated relic of a forgotten past
All in the blink of an eye.
But sometimes I miss those relics,
Those tangible ties to our own history
And the history of the world around us
That grounds our knowledge.
The one object that holds my heart
Is the old fashioned rotary phone,
With its elaborately handled earpiece
And beautifully ornate cradle and dial.
I don’t even like calling people
But I’d happily admire it as it sat
Proudly atop a plinth delicately carved
As to have pride of place in the hall.
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