Typewriter

It was one of those rainy, overcast days And she decided to do a little cleaning As she dusted the furniture Something caught her eye The old typewriter sat in the corner neglected, and dusty all over Beside it lay its equally dusty cover As she stared at it, her thoughts wandered It was then that she started to reminisce She thought back to her years as a secretary, in a different place and time When the typewriter was king She recalled how the ribbon would smudge the paper How she would crumple them up And toss them in the trash can The can would be overflowing at the end of the day How the boss would chase her around the desk That was more the rule than the exception in those days She could still hear those keys As they banged against the ribbon She used to sing to the rhythm of those keys A song that she couldn't recall at the moment She suddenly felt an urge To take this ancient machine And clean it up Making it look shiny and new And then for old times sake She started tapping on those familiar keys It was then that the song that had eluded her just moments before, came back to her And she started singing to the rhythm of the keys As the falling rain played a rhythm all its own 5 - 5 - 2013