Invisible
Harry potter had his invisibility cloak
But these are the things that I love to invoke
When my soul needs memories to soak
I remember the phone when it was on landline
Those were the days I felt sanguine
Nobody could say sorry I am not in
My telephone directory
It was a knowledge trajectory
A major address depository
I don't miss the floppy disk
Now that I have a slipped disk
It's all a big risk
But my VHS tapes and paper map
They have all been replaced by an app
My soul has slowly begun to sap
Though what I miss the most,
Is the postman, the porter,
The candle stick maker
My cobbler and my own personal baker
Nothing can replace them
Nothing, not one little faker.
My cobbler and my own personal baker Nothing can replace them Nothing, not one little faker. bringing in to the reader how personal contacts with human beings is so important inthis computer age. where we all play with apps........ yes it is true.. so many are lonely without human contact and they die a lonely death..... thank you dear poet. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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