Category: Writers Block
Here I sit in a box alone.
I've got no friend to call my own.
I used to be the pride and joy
of a very happy little boy.
I was fast as the wind he used to say.
But that's been many a year and many a day.
We used to play games by the score
and try out new software from the store.
I helped him with his work from school.
He used to think that I was cool.
He'd type commands and I'd comply.
But then one day he said good-bye.
A new computer took my place.
It was faster than me with a gui interface.
And so I sit in this attick dark and mouldy.
With that other machine cause we're now both oldies.
But tell me what is that I see?
Someone's coming to play with me!
A little hand a smiling face.
And now I've finally found my place.
With the daughter of the boy I used to know
all those many years ago.
I may not be all fancy and new
but I know what children love to do.
So we'll play some games and I'll help her write
and both of us have new friends tonight!
lol. very nice!
That was hot off the press. I wrote it after being inspired, by the post about the baby, to write from the point of view of a different character, or in this case, object. I started thinking about all the computers that people have lying around, how they were once amazing and loved and how now they're seen as heaps of junk. Then, I got the idea that a child can still use them, and indeed, that's the selling point for many of them on ebay.
...hot off the press you say?
well, in that case,
keep the presses oiled and
in fine the working order!
Beautifully written and
with thot so true.
Cool! Great poem!
That's neat. I like that.
that was cute. Good job.