This Little Gray Box Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

* THIS LITTLE GRAY BOX *

This little gray box
That sits on my lap,
It could be a book.
It could be a map.

It has many functions
but the one that I need
Is to bring you right to me,
At a miracle of speed.

At times, I can see you,
But surely We'll talk
And if I can't leave here
My life You'll unlock.

No more Homebound Seniors,
No more Invalid,
As we go anywhere
That our lonely hearts bid.

We can wander the world
From this little box,
Or develop a friendship
For lonely night talks.

You've come a long way
From the room that you filled
Down to this little laptop,
My heart, You have thrilled.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

© 12-17-05
Ms Caroline