I received a sheaf of offers through the post recently. All bearing a hefty price, ofcourse:
Fill next year's diary with your poems and present them to your loved ones, said one.
Take digital pictures and display them in a beautiful album, said another.
Put your poems down along side every forthcoming calendar month.
Alternatively, write down your favourite recipes and present them to your family and friends.
I have a PC. Everyone I know, has one. Plus, we have all kinds of gadgets and digital displays.
When one can install a free web-site within a few clicks of a mouse - show off one's handiwork to the rest of the world, display photo albums to all and sundry, store, a multiplicity of calendars in cyberspace -what need have I for the afore mentioned obsolete items?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem