I am from an earlier age
when we used all of our fingers
to type out a letter, a story, or
a lovely poem that lingers;
typing as we thought of words
until the thought was written;
but it’s like kids think today
that fingers are forbidden.
Flying thumbs is what I call them,
zipping o’er the letters
while their fingers curl, unused,
bowing to their betters.
I guess the reason they use thumbs
instead of all their digits
is they’re only using two
and not ten, lazy igits!

8/9/2026
The Words That Got to Me
Flying thumbs is what I call them, zipping o’er the letters Yes! How do they do it?
This was a fabulous poem, highlighting the difference between a technologically savvy generation and the rest of us beings. I loved your use of wit and social commentary here.