"Wire World"

Back when I was a little girl

    Horse drawn carts still traversed my street.

    Now I'm caught up in a wire world.

    Mounds of plastic spaghetti lie at my feet.

    The clutter in my apartment

    Nearly causes me to lose my mind.

    Not the mess of my own making,

    The offensive electronic kind.

    I long for the days of simplicity.

    Before home computers and color TV.

    For the time when relationships were real,

    Not engaged in electronically.

    I was born in the wrong era

    And I struggle with the frantic pace.

    I remember with fondness the days of my youth,

    When the world was a simpler place.