The Simple Days

I miss the simple days of yore
When all the rules were known,
The type of life we had before
It shrank into a phone.

When patience was required
For the effort that it took
To get answers we desired
From the right library book.

When our choices weren’t many
On the AM or TV
And a candy for a penny
Was quite good enough for me.

No technology to stump me
And convince me I’m a fool,
Just the smarts I had to pump me
That I learned at home and school.

From a different generation
I’ve been thrust out from the past.
Since I stink at adaptation,
I’ve been totally surpassed.