Writers Of Yore - Poem by Elena Plotkin
I know you won't believe me but... oh way back when
There was a time before computers, paper, and pen.
There were still writers who wrote with sticks in sand,
mud on rock, perhaps even blood on their body and hand.
And the reason they tried to write their thoughts and ideas down
Wasn't because they wanted to have them shared or passed around.
But because they realized as the years were passing them by
that their memory capacity was dwindling down... that's why.
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