The Silver Surfer. Poem by Douglas McClarty

The Silver Surfer.



Would wait for the morning light
Toss and turn most of the night
Another day could start with little to do
But I always managed to see it through
Was not always like this before I got old
Was a real grafter so I had been told
All those years experience tossed in a bin
Was just wasting away getting awfully thin
I didn't play golf and I didn't have a dog
My whole life had been devoted to my job
So from morning til night I would sit in a chair
The past was all I had, would just sit and stare
Then I read in the papers about this new fad
And bought it with my savings, a new apple iPad
Now I have Twitter, Facebook, Youtube and more
This silver surfer has a new life and friends galore.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: technology
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