Ode to pencil
Of those days when pencils were in fashion
And everyone tried their hand with them
Working with them with heart, with passion
Now everything is different I guess
It's just a tapping of the fingers on the keys
And creak of mouse that without ball
Can you believe in this? Can you believe at all?
Lines're born and die in editors PCs
As far from paper as that far from this
Photo printout labs are now mostly sad –
Finding new customers's impossible, they know that
Go digit, digit, digit all the time
No paper, pencil, pen, no rhyme
I think we're close to limit with all that
And going to the end, I bet…
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