The old man sat,
Ever so patiently
Touching the computer
Keyboard, then
Lookling up at the screen,
Looking down, touching
The keyboard,
Looking up.....
Looking down...
He was such a charmer,
A little old man, so
Shriveled, so dry,
Wearing a baseball cap
And Bib Overalls, that I
Could not resist him at all.
I asked,
'Sir, Do you need help?
Is there something wrong
With your computer? Is it not
Working properly...? '
He gave me a rueful look,
And rather a sheepish grin.
'No, Girly, ' (I can't believe
He called ME a GIRLY! !)
' It is not the blankety-blank computer
I don't understand....
I just never learned to type! ! '
Smiling here.... that's a gorgeous scene you depict S. Reminds me of my father (without the baseball cap) . That's always a good thing. t x
Lovely observation in a vividly portrayed 'slice of life' narrative - I'm fine with the typing - its the 'blankety blank' computer that throws me - esp since I spilt a can of coke over mine! jz xx
The old and the new, sometimes become incompatible. Machines can be very confusing to the elderly, as I know myself. Hopefully he will get the knack in time, if time is on his side. Ha! He needs some two finger exercises. Bless him. Lovely write and a very enjoyable read. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Yes, those keyboards can be a 'QWERTY' bit of business in which to deal. Also, one must never let a computer know that he/she is in a hurry. I still find it somewhat amazing that each generation coming up just naturally goes about operating these technological wonders with ease. A lovely little 'tranche de vie' with this one, Scarlett. Greg
'The Old Man and the C (drive) ...alternate title? A really charming snapshot, Scarlett. Glad you preserved it for us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now Scarlett, You must quit writing about me.: -) An entertaining and good write. Peace, Ray