Today’s poem

I loved my little Doro phone For years it’s been

my friend.

It fitted in my pocket, And easy messages did send. Friends and family

urged me

To ‘get a proper phone’, And now a Samsung Galaxy, In its jacket I do own. My granddaughter set it up

for me.

‘You’ll love it, Nan,’ she said. But alas, I feel so useless; It’s messing with my head. There’s apps for this and

apps for that;

Do not prod — just swipe. I try to type out messages, But it’s all a load of tripe! There’s a special code to

start with,

And facial recognition. But it didn’t like my face at all,

So that was a

useless mission.

‘Just keep on practising,’

I’m told.

‘You can’t do any harm.’ But I really miss my Doro, When all I felt was calm!

Pauline Binns, Wakefield, W. Yorks.