At our June 25th meeting, Suzanne Berger presented our meeting "Reflections".
By
Suzanne Berger
You’d think if I survived
The demise of the wall phone,
And the rotary dial to boot,
Having a cell phone would be easy to own.
Well, after years of combat
With my cell phone each day,
I’m here to tell you
It hasn’t been okay.
First, there’re the emails
Put in folders on file;
Then there’s the texting,
Which can take quite a while.
The cursor moves around
With a mind of its own,
And the “auto correct” words
Make no sense -- that is known.
Then there are the app’s
In colorful boxes galore.
Please take them away
And close the app. store!
I can’t use the grammar
I was taught in school.
I must use abbreviations
If I want to be cool.
And the keyboard is so small,
I have to make pauses;
It’s hard to fit a semi-colon
Between two independent clauses.
Then there’re the photos;
Let’s talk about those.
I can’t find one I want,
Not even of my dog, sweet Lida Rose.
“Hello, what do you want?
Speak up: I can’t hear.”
“Mom, it’s your daughter.”
“Oh, what do you want, dear?”
“Nothing at all,
I’m in a meeting until three.”
“What do you need, dear?”
“Nothing, Mom, you called me.”
Then there’s the directory
With names too small in a group.
I just sent my doctor
A recipe for soup!
All this aside,
The greatest aggravation’s been shown
Summed up in five words:
“Honey, where is my phone?”
