The world I knew is fast disappearing; for once I was knowledgeable but now I am a dunce, a Dumbo with big ears and tears in my eyes in this electronic age.
Many years ago as I walked down the street I would wave a hello at the shopkeepers attending their stalls or sweeping the sidewalk and they would wave back.
Now, no one give me a nod for there is but one girl manning the shop and I have to bag the chosen purchases myself and the lass at the till calls be not by my name but "Next".
I remember the days when the Bank clerk knew me by name but now the automatic teller says not a word except some bleeps from outer space after I have keyed in a number which I tend to forget because I have a hundred other pass codes to remember.
In my desk drawer at home there is a long little booklet, unused, lonely and forlorn for his name is checkbook and he hasn't been used for years.
As I close the drawer again he waves a sad goodbye and I shed a tear for we are both now redundant.
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