So, no more letters with news, good or bad
Never again birthday cards on the mat
Enjoying the thrill of opening, of displaying
Finding the special card from Grandma and Grandad
Is this really the new exciting tomorrow
We are promised hour after hour, day after day
The one which will make us more secure
That will make our happiness grow
I find I want to stop, sit and wonder
New ideas today are old ideas tomorrow. All too fast
Surely, I think, please leave some of the past with us
As for me I believe this speed of change is a blunder.