Invisible Poem by H Seeking

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They have all been replaced by an app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.