We fell in love with big machines,
With lots of lights and switches.
Computer screens dance in our dreams,
Despite their frequent glitches.

We have no use these days for cards,
Since online access started.
The old techniques no one regards,
But no one's broken-hearted.

We've gaily thrown our files away:
Our shelf-lists too we're trashing.
We may regret it though, some day,
When our computer's crashing.