An Analog in a Digital World
That’s how he felt
The world was spinning around him
He wanted to spin a rotary phone
Digital? He mused
Yes, I have 10 digits
And 10 more
On my hands and feet
What was most amusing to him
Was being out of digital step
Not from lack of knowledge
But lack of desire
Life is passing you by, they say
Get in this century, they implore
Why? he queries
I’m happy where I am
So he will remain
Till the rough-hewn timbers
Surround his body
Sleeping like a log—analog, that is!
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