We have shifted –
We truly have,
In the good old days,
The grocer always
Packed grocery
In newspaper bags,
The making of which,
Was a cottage industry!
Those were the days,
When we packed our own
Water bottles,
To carry with us,
Wherever we went,
Bottled water for sale,
Belonged in a fairy tale,
Much like gingerbread houses;
As was a mobile telephone,
That could fit in your pocket
And play songs and music,
Like a gramophone!

When I reminisce,
Of the days bygone,
My children listen,
All agog –
Not unlike me,
When I was five or six,
Wondering at the lack
Of electric power,
To light lamps,
And run ceiling fans,
When my mother,
Was a mere child.

We have shifted,
Indeed we have,
Just as those,
Who’ve come before,
Have done and gone on –
Each generation,
Has their time,
Under the fiery sun,
To do their thing,
And learn some,
And then to shift gear,
And move on,
To the next sphere,
Of existence.