Two old books sat on a shelf

One said hey you, is this all there is? Is there nothing else?

All my pages, tattered,

My binding, weak and cracked

I don’t think anyone wants us anymore,

Just to let you know we’re two-old hacks!

Yes, the other did respond

It’s true what you say

Our time has sped away, and we’re left here to decay

But….

But- what, my ageless hard –copy- friend. But what is it you say?

We are still here

And reign on the top shelf too

But- below, on lower shelfs; our once supposed replacements strewn in piles of floppy discs,

Left helpless to revel themselves. But our pages still are set free.

You see!

Ah yes, I do see what you say.

So true, for all which has come after too

Cranky hard disks, and flash drives soon. I think I’m happier now, up on the top shelf, rubbing covers with the likes of you