Before the screen became a thing©️ ⌨️ 👨‍💼📚by Felina Silver (copyright 2025)

Your life without a computer: what does it look like?

n a world where screens light up the night,
I dream of keys that click just right.
A typewriter hums with every tap,
Each letter dancing, each word a map.

The ribbon winds in loops so tight,
Like threads of history, dark and bright.
My fingers press with steady grace,
As ink-stained words find their place.

Gone are the days of endless scrolls,
Of searching fast, of losing souls.
Back then, the books would fill my mind,
With wisdom slow, and thoughts refined.

A knock at the door, a salesman’s smile,
“Encyclopedias, for the curious child!”
The paperbacks stacked high with lore,
Each page a treasure, each fact a door.

And I’d head to the library’s quiet maze,
To breathe in the dusty, cherished haze.
No “Google it” to answer my quest—
Just pages to turn, and silence to rest.

The world, it spun with gentler pace,
Connections deep, yet face-to-face.
Not through the click of a glowing screen,
But through books, and pens, and places unseen.

And still I wonder, in the glow of now,
How much we’ve lost, and if, somehow,
In chasing connection, we’ve forgotten to feel,
The joy of discovery, so sweet and real.

So, here’s to the typewriter’s clack and tune,
And to moments of quiet, under the moon.
To the doorbell’s ring and the library’s call—
A time before the screen began to rule us all.