Repeated But Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Repeated But



Repeated but

Same old junk
In office; Nine to Five
Looks vary when outside
Phones in hand walk and talk.

Even some riding bikes.

What a world!
What a change!

I recall when phone meant:
"Two cans with wired rope"

What a world!
What a change!

Thursday, August 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
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