Confused by DVD interactivity,
Lost in soulless Internet chatrooms,
Spied on by precision satellites,
Tracked down by mobile phone texters,
Hit by multi-media bombardment,
Tied up with twisted video tape,
Engulfed by ephemeral nothingness,
Brain awash with binary,
Consumed by CD ROM gigabytes.
Call me stuck in the past,
Say I'm not cool, but cold,
Because my ideal is a good book...
To have and to hold.
And I agree Wholeheartedly That a book to hold Is worth its weight in gold! Hmm, Clive like Clive Staples Lewis, another famous writer! First time I've noticed you on here- - I will definitely be reading you more!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The simple pleasure of holding and reading a book is beyond compare. You have done well to put it vis-a`-vis its modern day digital versions. Thanks a lot.