In days of yore, when modems screeched and groaned,
And dial-up’s pace was painfully slow,
We’d wait for images to load, bemoaned,
As kilobits trickled, to and fro.
Fifty-six Kbps, a meager stream,
Yet it opened worlds, once vast and far,
Email and chat, a digital dream,
Though downloads crawled, like snails in tar.
DSL and cable, a quantum leap,
Megabytes surged, a torrent’s might,
Streaming videos, no longer sleep,
Gaming’s thrill, a virtual flight.
Fiber’s embrace, a blinding light,
Gigabits dance, with lightning speed,
Data’s deluge, day and night,
A boundless realm, our minds to feed.
From dial-up’s crawl, to fiber’s blaze,
The internet’s pulse, in constant rise,
A tapestry woven, in digital haze,
Where knowledge flows, and innovation lies.