I must be getting old
I don’t want an Americano, an espresso macchiato,
Cappuccino, skinny latte with a shot.
I don’t want a medium – that means small – a regular or tall
I just want a cup of coffee that is hot!
I don’t want to download music, calculate or keep a diary,
Get the latest football news or check my wall.
I don’t want to download music, use a stopwatch or share photos with my friends,
I just want to use my phone to make a call.
I don’t need double glazing, a new kitchen, bedroom, bathroom,
Haven’t fallen so don’t need to make a claim.
I don’t want to take your survey – even with the free prize draw –
What I want to know is where you got my name.
I don’t need pin numbers and passwords, magic questions and responses,
Keywords, log-in details, passbooks and ID;
I want to deal with people, not machines and answerphones,
I don’t want to conduct business virtually.
Do I want window seat or aisle, facing forward, facing back,
By the luggage rack or near the buffet bar?
I don’t need these complications, all I need’s a ticket;
On second thoughts, I think I’ll take the car.
Life used to be so simple, what it said was what you got
Things did exactly what the tin decreed.
Now everything is complex, multi-choice and techno-crazy;
When did it all become so hard? … or is it me?
