Way back in the olden days
A phone was in a red box
And by the call you did pay
Coins were needed
And the time went by quick
Only the rich had mobiles
And they were the size of bricks
A phone was a phone
No camera or text
And dial was a rotary
No buttons to press
And yet we each day did survive
Even without a phone – we stayed alive
So do not tell me you have too much to say
Especially to those with whom you’ve spent the day
What is it that cannot wait?
Just wait till tomorrow you chatter-lust to sate
Padre
Padre's Ramblings 