Am I Really This Old

I remember when
reading maps was taught
and everyone learned
north, south, east, and west,
where you are, and where
you want to be.
When I’m in the woods
they’re still all attached
with their heads bent down
instead of ahead or
beside or above
scrolling and hunting
where the GPS tells them to be
and then they wander
off the paths, deeper still,
blindly following their
technology and
needing to be rescued
by teams wondering
exactly where these
people could have gone.

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