Buried in the back
Under a pile of
Dilapidated relics
Was his old
Underwood typewriter,
The nemesis
Of his college days
Fifty years before.
It was still
Just as useable
As the day
He bought it,
But it wasn’t
Very useful anymore.
It had been
Put out to pasture
When electric typewriters
Came into vogue,
And further relegated
To obscurity
By the dawn
Of the computer age,
So there it sat
Collecting dust,
A vintage piece
Of a bygone age.
Monday, October 6, 2008
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