As I thumb through electronic pages that exist unseen,

It stretches my mind to grasp pages of stacked screen,

They are numbered I’m told and it does seem to be true,

As I recall the numbers are correct down to one and two,

That’s not to imply larger pages have gone out of place,

Once more I must revert to my brain as my database,

Each page along with information remain as they should,

My brain’s process says the tablet is right in all likelihood,

One of the pages I chose to view has brought memories,

As I view the elders I know it’s in the past my heart sees,

Those I played baseball with are seen as young somehow,

My wife so beautiful as a teen is beautiful as I see her now.

The end