I Am Always Typing
Hello! She said. A cheery friendly hello. I was typing
Because I am always typing. I barely recognized her voice.
When I turned I knew we had an appointment.
I am great at appointments after I see your face.
Not so great before I see it because I always forget.
Yes I do have a calendar.
But when I pops up it makes me mad
Because I am typing
Always typing.
I can barely do my job any more.
For I am typing fast and furiously
As thoughts come out of my head
they have to be captured somewhere
Write?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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