Sandra Osborne

The Punch Card - Poem by Sandra Osborne

I hear the past
It calls my name
And It shows me
Hundreds of days,

Most are all
Just empty marks,
Just punched out holes
In the punch card
Of my pre-programmed past.

Of course
I am the programmer,
One without an ending
One without a script.

And I can hear
The future screaming,
Tugging at my soul
The unknown days are shouting
As the days go by.

Of course
I am the programmer,
The beginning far away,
The ending so very close.

So I punch the card
As time
Connects the dots.
And the unknown script?
It’s just the present,
An unknown future.

Comments about The Punch Card by Sandra Osborne

  • (2/4/2005 3:55:00 AM) has become such a routine.....programmed! no wonder it reflects so correctly in your wonderful poem.....a true reflection of humdrum! nice (Report)Reply

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  • (2/4/2005 12:42:00 AM)

    I used to do that very thing, back in the day. How tedious and boring was my IBM...working for the was a neverending day of holes...on cards.
    Loved it.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 4, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, February 4, 2005

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