At My ComputerA Poem by Barbara WalkerA true description of trying to catch up on read requests, hopefully humorous!
I sat at my computer,
I sat up very tall, but as I read and read and read, the writing got quite small. My eyes were not wide open, they were merely slits. I was not sitting up straight, my legs had done the splits. Then, my head felt very heavy, it fell on my keyboard, it plopped down very hard and it did it of its own accord. I think I am tired, I need to go to bed, but sometimes I fight it and have to be led! © 2012 Barbara Walker |
StatsAuthorBarbara WalkerLake Havasu City, AZAboutI am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..Writing
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