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I used to read books once

It had a beginning, a middle, and an end

Now I just type a bunch of letters

Then hit send.


I used to carry photos

They made my wallet fat

Now I just slide back and forth on my phone

I guess that takes care of that.


I used to have lots of change

And hunt for phone booths to call

Now I just call wherever I’m at

I don’t have to have change at all.


I used to unfold maps

Trying to fold them back was a guess

Now I just tap a few keys

And follow directions from GPS.


I used to play with Lincoln Logs

And other toys as a lad

Now I can’t keep up with my grandson

He’s faster than me on the iPad.


I used to have an alarm clock

I’d wind it and listen for the gong

Now I press a button and see big lighted numbers

And wake up to a song.


I used to have a watch

All it did was tell time

Now my watch knows my whole body

And if I don’t get 10,000 steps it’s a crime.


I used to be a normal dude

Every day I was just me

Now I don’t know what I’ve become

Except a mule for technology.

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