Remember these idioms?
marching papers, can’t fight your way out of a paper bag, a paper chase, paper tiger, paper trail, his word isn’t worth the paper it’s printed on?
I’m sure there are hundreds more but these readily come to my mind especially as I pondered what to write about.
Our kids aren’t taught to print or write
My lip I all too often bite
Their writing and printing abysmal at best
With calligraphy they are not blessed
When they read something I pen
It’s so foreign they blankly look at me and then
Ask me what is that? I can’t read it
Like it’s a foreign language they submit
A paperless age to rid us of paper
Yet piles are stacked higher than ever
I often wonder what they’d do
If suddenly out of the blue
Their cell phones didn’t light up
Would they have any backup
In my day the 3 R’s were strictly enforced
And comes naturally unrehearsed
Although it is scratchy these days
It fills me with pleasure as I gaze
At paper with personal notes
I’m filled with joy and much verbose