PAD Day 17: Exotic Telephones

Today's prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: (1) Write an "exotic" poem, and (2) write a poem the features "forgotten technology". My poem just makes passing reference to the idea of "exotic", but it works in a few bits of "forgotten technology":

Boomer's Lament

You creatures from another dimension

or generation, how can you not know

how to dial a phone? It's something exotic

to you, and when confronted with such

a contraption, your fingers don't know

what to do. And what about cassette tapes?

Do you know how much careful editing

it took to make the perfect mix tape?

Have you any idea how to play one,

or why a pencil is so important

to its maintenance? And what about

typewriters, cursive writing, analog clocks?

TVs the size of small fridges, with rabbit ears?

They might as well be from another planet,

or some mythical, foreign land. They are relics

from another century, I'll grant you that,

and you may never completely fathom

what they meant to me growing up.

Meanwhile, I'm having trouble

with my computer - can you fix it?