The Morning Paper

I like to read the paper
with my morning cup of tea
before I am beleaguered by the day
I know it may sound quaint to some
and foreign to a few
but I wouldn’t have it any other way

I like the feel of newsprint
on my fingers as I read
and I like to turn a page to find the news
I know it’s all available
as pixels on a screen
but I’ll keep the paper if I have to choose

The wheel of time is turning
there is writing on the wall
something new and unfamiliar has begun
But this habit of a lifetime
won’t be broken overnight
so I’ll keep on doing what I’ve always done