The Things I Like Poem by DM W

I like to listen to old musical tracks
When lost, and alone, in new environments.
I like to open my windows and allow
Wondrous winds to whisper their secrets to me.
I like to feel my heart beating, and sense blood
Flow through my veins; to remind myself, that I
Still exist, in a shrinking world of spectres
And shadows. I often like to take long walks
When it is pouring with rain, because it seems
To purify and revitalise me. And
I like to observe Nature's vibrant colours
That transmogrify from season to season.
I'm still inspired by the fresh scent of flowers
In spring. Odourless, plastic ways get me down.
I still like the feel of a pen in my hand
Because it keeps me grounded. Why should I take
The trouble to familiarise myself
With touchscreens? It seems they only distance us
From each other, and life's essence; until we
Become paralysed by modern circumstance.