I do recall a world before
The pings, the scrolls, the broadband roar—
When phones were stuck upon the wall,
And friends were found by knocking. That’s all.
Mixtapes made from radio shows,
Ruined when the DJ spoke (who knows
Why they had to shout the song?)
We pressed stop. Rewound. And played along.
Encyclopaedias—thick and grand—
With gold-trimmed spines and dusty stands.
Each fact a treasure, slowly mined
One volume at a time (rewind!).
Boredom reigned, a silent king.
We found our joy in wandering.
No Google. Just some guesswork, flair,
And maybe Dad, if he was there.
Then came dial-up’s gremlin scream—
A portal to the pixel dream.
MSN and mouse-led strife,
And just like that—a second life.
Do I miss it? Now and then,
But I just Googled eggs again.
So no—I’ll keep this world I’ve got,
Wi-Fi woes and all that rot.
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