Notebook
Notebook, my dearest old friend from the past,
I know you feel abandoned and disgraced;
Times drastically changed and progressed fast,
I traded crafted notes for databased.
Convenient and prompt, with click and scroll,
Personal handwriting now obsolete.
I am ashamed to tell you -“select all”,
Then paste and writing mission is complete.
Do you remember calligraphic pain
I endured with unwilling, awkward hand?!
With letters dancing backwards, seemed in vain -
You were the only one, who’d understand.
I made mistakes, you laughed, you didn’t fret,
I rubbed you the wrong way, that was in style,
I even spilled and got you soaking wet -
You turned another page with a dry smile.
I miss those days when over you at night
I confided my secrets into you,
And shared my happy moments with delight,
When stubborn words did not comply, I drew.
I note with pride what a great book you’ve been!
But please let’s keep between us what you’ve seen!
March 21, 2023
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: Notebook
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