When you were young,
Five and six years old,
Did you long to touch the machinery
Of adulthood?
A piano, a typewriter
In the basement,
Pots and pans and a calculator.
To play at knowing
How to manipulate these tools.
Until we do,
We bang pans together,
Pound fingers onto keys and buttons,
And wonder why the noises
Sound wrong, and quickly move
From one toy to another.
Yes, beautiful one, the machinery of adulthood. How sad that I longed for an ironing board and an iron!
ReplyDeleteI wanted a typewriter so much. Now I own one and can't stand it.
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