Treasure Island

Edward Iacona

(August 27,1948 / Brooklyn, New York)

At My Tech and Call


AT MY TECH AND CALL
Ed Iacona

Modern technology's a wonder
Just amazing this I know
If I get lost there's my GPS
That will tell me where to go.

If I am bored at home alone
And want to have some fun,
I can play against Nintendo Wii
Although I have never won.

For my mathematical prowess
I realize there's no flattery.
But, thanks to my calculator
I'm as good as a fresh battery

My cherished old film camera
Is no longer photographically hip.
Instead it is all about pixels
Stored on a memory chip.

No need to know 'bout shutter speeds
And 'F' stops as in back in the day.
No need to know my elbow
From my ASA

I wonder what auld Scottish
Poet Robert Burns would say
Were he around to take a look
At this our modern day?

O wad some power
The giftie will sink us.
To own devices that
Can out think us.

Submitted: Thursday, June 25, 2009

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