When mornings come 'round
And my cellphone can't be found
I'm lost with no clone.
Life is dark ages
When I lose my eyeglasses
And see a blurred world.
My silent partner
Is this ailing computer
He stores what I write.
But the vital key
To the writer inside me -
My cup of coffee.
I exist with these
Life's little necessities;
My vade mecums.
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* 'vade mecum' (Latin) - a useful thing that a person constantly
carries with him.
Written July 10,2008 Tarlac City Philippines
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
finely written.....................