Telephone boxes are now unused
When once we stood in queues
To connect with loved ones
Far away over land and sea.
Appointments had to be made
To connect up at a special time
On a special day
Or we had no connection.
If there was a storm
Wires would come down,
Our tears would flow
There would be no conversation.
Now in our pocket
Or bag we slip a phone
In constant action,
Never losing contact with you.
2023 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
Photo by Anna Almeida
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