TECHNO BABBLE

I have a story I haven’t told

Concerns the techno gap

Between the young and the old

Wrote letters to grandkids far away

To get them to know me

In a personal way

Was told snail mail is out and e-mail is in

But we love you, Grams

Will write you real soon

Since then I know that they will never hear

My voice with earphones

Snugly In their ears

A voice who has so much to share

Of lessons learned from years of life

But they don’t care

A voice that may suggest some clues

And help to cope with tough times we all face

And deal with blues

The voice says, Dears, no time to baulk

Just listen to your Gramma please,

We have to talk

E-mail is out, now cell phones reign

Lets text and twitter and tweet away

Have we gone insane?

Time flies with so many facebook friends to post

The constant messaging knows no bounds

From coast to coast

Families gather together at dining places

Heads bent to their cell phones

Lost in cyberspaces

I wonder how folks would manage to thrive

If techno should cease, what would they do?

Can they survive?

I have no doubt us Grandfolk would manage

Get on with life before techno babble

And relish the quiet