In-dispensable

 

Our timeless treasures

 

The lonely, slumbering attic was awakened after decades,

As I revisited my modest museum – no need for tickets!

The darkness took me back to memories of a power-cut –

Spotting a lantern – my fingers gently shook off the dust.

My love flickered for a while, like the flame it used to encase.

What was once indispensable to dispel the darkness – in a museum of artefacts, has found its place.

 

My birthday gifts and school prizes were carefully tucked away on shelves.

My first dictionary, my precious encyclopedia, my over-used thesaurus –

Were the building blocks of an eager learner,

Who owns a smartphone today!

 

How easy it is to take a picture today and store it in virtual space –

But my eyes welled up as I grabbed a photo album – the forgotten times it helped to trace.

From negatives to a dark room, each picture had quite a journey –

My favourite pastime was to arrange them all,

And relive the moments – poignant or funny.

 

I was the proud owner of a few gadgets, even in the good old days –

CD Players, floppy disks, a Walkman – with great swagger, my museum displays.

The clattering of the cassettes was music to my ears –

Does my old tape recorder still work – the songs loud and fierce?

The words as deep as the age of its inception,

The spirit powerful, the melody an inspiration…

 

Much has been reduced to a chip or a touch in an attempt to simplify life.

Much have I to be grateful for – to technological giants that flourish and thrive.

But the roots of progress lay in sheer simplicity –

Visiting my humble museum filled me with gratitude and felicity.

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