The last year it was my computer that betrayed
For time and again it ruined its brand name;
So come May, 2018 brought a new expenditure
Safely increasing my light vollet’s temperature.
With grieving tears I bid it adieu
When one last time I shut it due;
For the technologically challenged me
Never likes to learn anything new.
And yet with all my might
I let my patronized hand by;
Forcing to come out of my loving comfort
Trying to suit myself with the new head with all the discomfort.
So, the Kindle was a little postponed
And I could not have been less joyed;
When in came 2019 with new promises
But oh, alas! I was hardly aware of what lay ominous.
I danced and pranced waiting for July,
Dreaming and planning which Kindle to try;
But 2019 broke my heart too early
For come January, I broke my smartphone curtly.
“You wanted to reduce your screen time,
Now you have no screen.”
Came back the mocking reply
To which I was not so very sly.
I pledge and vow to use and old buttoned phone
But how long is it going to last is widely known;
And so once again Kindle will be pushed down
Trying to fumble with a new gadget making myself a clown!
Don’t even let me begin on the specifications of a new phone
For there is nothing good like the one that I did own;
The ones that will have everything will surely be above my budget
And the ones that will comply to it will be merely like a puppet.
Why God? Why??
I know you are looking down on me
Scornfully saying- “I didn’t make that damned phone.”
And so I completely agree
But why did we ever let it become like meat and potatoes.
With that grieving sigh
I shut down my phone;
To go back to that buttoned phone.
But wait, I forget
Because it is the 4G age;
And my old phone
Has so far considerably aged.
So what do I do now?
Carry my laptop around?
Oh, I know, I will succumb!
But which new gadget I should let me run?
With time I will eventually find
Something between a budget and a puppet;
And then I shall see how long it takes me to try
Before even that one goes down the bucket.
Though in time wonders do strike
How far materialism could hike;
A simple gadget troubles me so
That its going away makes me low.