The People of the Analog Time
Learn to read the face of a clock
A face with no hidden meaning
We stopped at the crosswalk to stop look and listen
There may be a car coming, the right of way
They taught us cursive, no cursing aloud
Writing in long hand rarely short, always flowing
Walk or bike to school
Classmates on traffic patrol make sure you are safe
Once inside, our pencil is busy
Across light brown lined paper
On special occasions, a television appeared
Arriving on a squeaky cart
When Kennedy was shot
The school, the world, fell silent
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The Magnavox lays silent, unless the occasion arose
To pull a black vinyl disc from its cardboard sleeve
The latest ball game, the Beatles, Motown
Emanate from transistor radios, they fit in your breast pocket
Talking with another in-person, a real live person
Humans at the kitchen table, over coffee, toast and tea
The phone rings and rings
Who is it? no one knows
Somebody pick it up!
Before they hang up
The people of the analog time
They would call, write, or stop by for a visit
Excuse me while I relate
On analog time