Memory’s Winding Road

Memory’s Winding Road

I’m entering my “golden years,”
less future now, more past.
My memories are not as clear,
it seems they’re fading fast.

Still, now and then I look and see
my mem’ry’s epitaph.
I see that change has come to pass
and I can only laugh.

Remember when the telephone
had a dial that turned?
“Unfriended” wasn't heard of –
instead, you were just spurned?

The internet was Sci-Fi;
Google was not a word!
My GPS was called a “map”
and only seen, not heard.

Music came on 45’s,
A.M. radio was king.
The TV had three stations
but you could watch anything.

Cruising meant you owned a car,
that you were really hip.
Today it’s hip replacements
and the sundeck on a ship.

I remember politicians
who never were uncouth.
Of course, they spun the facts
but vaguely told the truth.

Yes, memories mark time’s change
and I don’t mean to scold –
but if you remember all these things…
you’re now considered old!

An entry for the April round of "SENIOR CENTER FORUM" 
Prompt: Memories
Form: Quatrains  
Line Limit: None
Line Count: 32