NO OLDIE LEFT BEHIND
or WHOSE BEHIND IS LEFT?
A ditty by an old biddy.
My Face. Your Toosh.
Your Space. My Smoosh.
Our Twitter. Your titter.
Eat less. Be fitter.
Don't trust your baby sitter.
Yes, I'm 80 and I am bitter.
Linked up and linked in
still linked to Rin tin-Tin.
You tube and also flickr
is your i phone really quicker,
than racing down to catch the call.
from the phone down the hall..
I used to bake fine rugalah
now I cook with Googelah
to search and find who I am
and wonder: can I eat that spam?
I can dance the Lindy
and even do the blog
I have a web site
as webbed as a frog
But I'm an Old hippy,
and I think I'm in hell.
No one will tell me
what is HTML?
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2 comments:
What a wonderful poem and evocative art work. Carolyn Fineran, who is a part of our http://www.WriteYourLifeStory.org writing workshop, introduced me to your site.
May I share this poem with our writing groups. Anne Randolph
http://blog.SoupKitchenWriting.com
Ann: Delighted that you want to share
my ditty with your group. Also, on a moreserious level, please, if you wish, share my peace poem with images. Thinking of making a book or imovie about that.
My best to you
Helen
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