I remember a tether
that held me to a dial
which spun numbers
into connection.
There were no faces
to slip in my pocket
or voices to silence
with abbreviations.
I could roam as far
as a chord’s (cord's) reach,
see the world through
a conversation….
Oh no!
I’ve become
one of those people…
nostalgia bemoaning
the “good old days.”
From the bored stares I receive
I’ve reached the presumptive
age of irrelevance.
I speak a foreign tongue
requiring a google translation.
©Susie Clevenger 2015
Fireblossom Friday: BEechwood-4-5789
I used the word chord because I was thinking of the sound of a dial..Thanks Susan for pointing out "cord" should also be used. :)
Comments
I loved the tips for using the dial phone, and the lady's perfectly applied blusher, just how the women's mags told us to do it back then.