I Have Become A Living Relic To Memories Past Poem by Terence George Craddock

I have realized I have become a living relic to memories past
I still early teenage remember passing a room full of typists
stopping frozen stunned in corridor arrested by industrious sound
constant busy typist rapid fast typing sound of worked typewriters
any with an ear experienced typist could instant tell word speed
of any heard typist per minute the sound of typist having a happy
fast worker day or a sad bad ill health fatigue going wrong day
standing outside an office on a street footpath a typist would

instant ear know what kind of office she was entering
in future days typing metallic went electric speeds
then keyboards instant touch screen computerized
an instant internet world with speeds global instant
electric connected to any time zone place on earth
like a youth I held a single breath from past to present


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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