Cleaning out my old files and found an ode I wrote to a significant fixture in my twenty-first-century life.
You are not my Thomas Guide, you do not compute.
You don't check my email, you are not my flute
Because I can learn life skills without an app.
You don't update my Facebook or social media crap.
You are not my debit card, not an ATM.
You are not my TV nor a Walkman.
You do only what Alex G. Bell foresaw.
You are my phone and you take my calls.