Daphne Grant

The Computer

The computer is a thing that gobbles time –
And though deny it, tis true he gobbles mine!
And thought be quicker here in theory,
The everlasting searching, makes me weary!

I long for times, when pen and paper reigned
And I was master of the printed page.
For now it seems I have a master,
And though unwanted, it rules the faster!

It marks my work as I run along the page,
With errors here and there to be re arranged,
And writes with rules: to cause me further strife.
I have enough rules in my married life.

Was I not schooled in the language of my birth?
Must I be continually taught, with mirth?
With mirth, and wit and colours red and blue!
As if I didn’t know a thing or too.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 24, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 1, 2011

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  • Ernestine NorthoverErnestine Northover (5/24/2007 4:51:00 PM)

    A great write. I wrote one sometime agao called Tackling my Computer, which was when I first came to know what they are all about. Drove me demented, and still does. Well written, well described. enjoyed the read very much.
    Love Ernestine XXX

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  • Ronald Stroman (5/24/2007 4:09:00 PM)

    a delicious bite of 'food' for thought.

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