Grandfather Telling Grandson What He Thought of Newfangled Things by Ron AI
Newfangled Things
Words of my grandfather,
In my mind, still rings.
To hear him talk,
of newfangled things.
Remember when the racket,
Of the horseless carriage,
Gasoline and oil making,
An uneasy marriage.
Ladies had to lift their skirts,
And run. chickens flew,
When those youngins,
Drove wildly through town.
And roll over, Alexander Bell.
The Missus on the crank phone,
That drat party line operator,
Spreading gossip here to Nome
.
It ain’t safe fer a man to fly.
In one of them jet planes in the sky.
Theys sure to come apart and fall.
I’ll take the train in leisurely style,
Beat that plane by a country mile.
Don’t need no personal computer,
Pencil and paper works just fine for me.
Mailman is always on time with the mail.
Don’t need no other contraption, see.
What’s up with these kids these days?
Walking with the phone to their ear.
No friendly conversations I hear,
Just them talking into space, I swear.
I used to look forward to waiting time,
Strike a new conversation,
With a stranger waiting in line.
But now they all have their nose,
In their smart lonely pasttime,
Texting their hearts out,
Without reason or rhyme.
Wonder what they’ll think,
of newfangled things?
When they grow older and wiser,
And their AI acquaintance rings?
Copyright 2019 © Ronald W. Hull
7/17/25
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
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