Lost Summer Sunsets
a poem by Caleb Michael Smith
How does one write humorously?
In this season, it seems impossible; especially when the “U” key isn’t working on the freakin’ laptop!
As I sit before this damaged keyboard, I presently find myself in a greatly altered world.
I find myself untrustworthy. I am now undependable. I am soulless, useless, and functionless.
Countless opportunities, guests, and thoughts, however, have been irretrievably lost.
I’ll no more welcome guests or struggle to improve my education.
Changes are necessary (I would say “substitutions are required”, but that is no longer possible).
I can bemoan my loss but not mourn.
I can have panche’ but not punch.
Communication is gone.
No longer will I be able to keep “in touch” with whole branches of my family tree as ties with aunts, uncles, and cousins are severed.
I can’t make excuses of being unprepared, unready, or unenthusiastic.
I still have direction, resolve, and hope.
I ran all my races; I shall run no more. I cannot surrender. I can only drive onward.
I leave all tribulations and dificulties behind me.
I am unhindered as I leave security and head of for the nearest Radio Shack where I’ll obtain (for I can’t buy, purchase, or procure one) a new keyboard.
And that’s how I’ll reclaim said use of U*!
* U's added on a real computer and not on worthless Laptop. Yo- sho-ld have seen the diffic-lt markation -nit system I -sed to denote all those -'s!
