Remember when butter was made by hand?
A novelty now.
Excuse me, I hear a ringtone.
Children awakened with the sun.
Slumber began at nightfall.
My friends exist as avatars.
A like, a favorite, don’t forget,
I must gain more followers
Vibrant existence for the individual.
So connected yet more distant than ever.
Detached but for a smart phone.
Grandma use to send letters.
Remember the letter?
Logging off now.