There are endless reflections
Of my former selves
Versions of truth
Like previous versions
Of an operating system
That no one likes to think about
What was once cutting edge
Is now outdated
Embarrassing
But the youngest versions of me
Didn't experience Windows 95
Like the older versions did
So I open my old, dusty poetry books
And I show my aloof, millennial self
The ancient tomes of writing
The outdated electronics
The grating dial-up noises
That were once me
The embarrassing errors
The bland writing of days past
The glitches in the system
The faulty devices
The clunky machines
And I marvel at how
I think I'm an iPhone X right now
But in ten years
This self will be obsolete as well
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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