They say I’m old-fashioned, outdated, refined

Well, darling, that’s called timeless.

I’m proud to be 1900,

With elegance in my code,

From Newton’s curves to Maxwell’s waves,

I’ve walked the genius road.

From Hertz’s spark to Tesla’s dream,

Before Wi-Fi was born,

I drew with ink and paper seams,

When minds, not apps, performed!

Oh I’m proud, proud to be 1900,

Where brains were hand-designed!

Before the cloud could think for me,

I clouded up my mind.

I solve, I hum, I calculate,

In candlelight divine

So darling, pour the vintage tune,

I’ll age just like fine wine!

When lights go off, I’m glowing,

A filament soul, you see,

My neurons dance in quiet waltz,

To Bach’s polyphony.

No need for fancy plugins,

No USB to spare

I’m powered by old wisdom,

And a grand piano’s air.

So keep your gadgets blinking,

Your AI toys at play

My thoughts still ink in cursive,

They don’t need an update!

I write with heart and rhythm,

Not autocorrected flair

I spell with soul, my darling,

Perfection rare as air.

Yes, I’m proud, so proud to be 1900,

With grace that doesn’t fade!

While modern minds go glitch and freeze,

I waltz through every decade.

So call me retro, ancient,quaint

I’ll tip my hat and grin:

For the world may spin in circuits,

But I still play the violin!