Clicks of typing, chatter on the floor
Telephones ringing, reporters abound,
Amidst a buzz,
Depth unspoken; undoubtedly profound.
Cups of coffee, like drips all around.
Yet as the clock ticks,
No longer such a flurry
Of men, nor women, in a hurry
To purchase the ‘paper – the ‘Tele,’
Instead lies the new sound –
Of silence and detachment,
On tablets and screens,
More akin to science fiction
In the sixties. Yet now all around.