Becoming Obsolete

I’m becoming obsolete –
I still have AOL
And use a land line when I’m home
(It’s on the wall, as well).

I send most greeting cards with stamps
And wash my plates by hand.
I light my oven with a match,
Which some can’t understand.

I perk my coffee, read from books
(Not Kindles or its cousins)
And write my poems in pencil
(Which I sharpen by the dozens).

The world is changing much too fast
And life is passing by
But I’ll be obsolete for sure
Before I up and die.