Mechanical music lost to the nearest pages of history
A dance of metal and ribbon
Incomprehensible to the children of today
An idea of a machine locked inside
The pages of a book or the keyboard of a computer
Lost is the endless din of a million keystrokes
The hallmark of a tactile workplace
A life lesson, mistakes are permanent
But you learn from them and move on.
Second by second
Time advances
What was once an unquestioned reality
Becomes a childs laughing refrain
And then becomes forgotten
As is this machine.
September 28th 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem