A City Walk

The day had changed From a chilly fall morning Into a warm autumn day As I walked down A car infested road That led to the center of town Off to my right I noticed In the high grass That bent in various directions Near the end of the curb An old, dead Hewlett-Packard printer I stopped for a time And looked At this once mighty machine Rusted and broken Almost hidden By the uncut grass My mind ran wild Imagining its better days When this once powerful machine Ran through paper after paper Happily humming along With nary a problem or a care But now It has been tossed aside For some reason Into the wild grasses Of a city street So I said goodbye With a little prayer And once again Continued my way Down the block When suddenly Off to my left I spied A dead Old Smith Corona typewriter