The Computer Age
You’ve heard it said many times before.
You’ve heard me scream it as you went out the door.
I’m a pre computer person in a post computer age.
I’ve read the book & don’t understand a single page.
When I was young we used a slide rule.
Hand calculators ‘not allowed’ was the rule.
Then, as a young adult, computers came along.
I ignored them and kept singing my song.
My son said. “Get a computer. What could go wrong?”
“Pop, you have to stop singing that song.”
After some time I gave into the pressure.
I got a computer and let it sit here.
My son came and hooked it up.
Learning the basics was really tough.
A mouse was what I set traps for.
A ‘floppy disk’ was a real horror!!
Words now seemed to mean a different thing.
learn a new language just to play with the thing.
To turn it off I have to press start.
If I pressed the delete button it could break my heart.
Very slowly, I learned most of the basic things.
It often caused nightmares in my dreams.
Cut and paste I could never get.
Kindergarten stuff, I couldn’t do on a bet.
Then came Outlook 6, 7, and 8.
I just didn’t have what it takes.
I was lost in a world of words and phrases.
The hell with this!! It can go to blazes!!
Then I was told to get a Galaxy S II phone.
I can get on the internet while gone or at home.
I can take pictures & put them on line.
Facebook would take up most of my time.
I can tweet and twitter galore.
I can text people. What is a phone for??
When I was young we used it to talk to each other.
That is all that was needed . So said my mother.
This electronic crap is driving me insane.
Pay bills on the computer. It seems so lame.
No wonder the mail service is dwindling away.
No time for mail while on the computer all day.
Get outdoors folks. Learn to have some outdoor fun.
Kids can’t ride a bike but, have calluses on their thumbs.
It’s a sign of the times you say to me.
I say get outside. Learn to be free.
I’m a pre computer person in a post computer age.
I have to use a computer some, despite the rage.
But, the pre computer life was way better for me.
At least, back then I actually felt free.
——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)