Ah, the good old days, how I pine,
When life was simple, less online,
No smartphones, no social feeds,
Just good old-fashioned human needs.
Remember when we'd call a friend,
To chat for hours on end?
Now it's just a quick text or two,
Barely time to say "How are you?"
Back then, we'd write letters by hand,
Seal them with wax, like a grand plan,
Now it's all e-mails and DMs,
Where's the romance in those quick gems?
Remember when we'd rent a VHS,
And argue over what to watch, I confess?
Now it's all streaming, no more fuss,
Where's the thrill of "Be kind, rewind" for us?
Ah, nostalgia, you tug at my heart,
Reminding me of the good old start,
When life was simpler, less complex,
Ah, the good old days, how I vex!
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Geckoi
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Comments (2)
Even as an introvert, I miss such days. Well written poem!
A wonderful poem by you.