One hot summer day
It was the month of July
The grandchildren came to play
Carrying all their supplies
They all sat in each corner
With their smart phone at hand
I felt like a foreigner
Trying to grasp and understand
One was beeping from here
The other was tweeting from there
All the pleasing sounds I could hear
Was all new music to my ear
They would communicate with each other
Without saying a word
Once in a while they would smile
And again go back in their world
I tried to get their attention
But it was in vain
Mesmerized with this invention
Unjustly was my saying
So off to the market I went
To get macaroni and cheese
It was my regular trend
The only way we could please
As I was doing my shopping
The power went off
One very loud lightning
And everything went dark
When we tried to pay for our groceries
The registers didn’t work
All the young wizards
Didn’t know how to give us our change
They didn’t have enough fingers
To calculate all the figures
All that wizardry went up in flame
Oh, what pain, what a pain