A fresh college graduate looking for a job
To undergo trials one of which is the typing test
Handed over a text passage to pound on the keypad
Typing 40 to 50 words per minute, I needed to press
Facing a manual typewriter, rested fingers to home keys
Try to feel the small bumps on the F and J keys
Now confident, curled fingers to position strategically
Hoping to type the text reflexively
Altering the upper and lower case, pinky fingers strike shift keys
Reaching the number keys on upper level makes it fiddly
Pressing the keys very hard to swing the type-bar up
The carriage travels to the far right sluggishly
Leaving an imprint of the characters
I was whisked away by my disappointment
Never repeat same fate in front of a manual typewriter
The rhythm goes with each keystroke adapting to its component
The next day I saw a Remington typewriter
So old that typebars entangled so often
Curious to type words, always an attempter
At its clickety-clack sound, a relic of a bygone age
15 May 2013
Categories:
attempter, poems, technology, time,
Form: Rhyme
Ways to help others are easier than you think
Ways to help yourself are harder than you think
You can’t change you
Only God can change you
It is a losing battle if you do it on your own
So don’t even try
The attempter is not glorified
As glory goes to the One who gets and deserves all
Ways to help others are right before you
Way for yourself is leaving up to God
Categories:
attempter, faith, change,
Form: Free verse