LOST A FRIEND
Word perfect is a god send to a poet like me,
I didn’t realize how valuable it happened to be,
Until yesterday morning it would not awake,
I needed to write, Note Pad I had to take.
No spellcheck or centring, no bold lettering,
All I could do was struggle with this thing,
All day my husband tried to get Word to work,
Every spare moment he tried, he did not shirk.
He tried to reinstall but it would not let us in,
And ideas in my head were making a great din,
I thought if this carries on longhand I’d use
And my writing most people would totally confuse.
Today I said, if I try again maybe my friend will appear,
Then my dear husband said, I have a brand new idea,
Now I am back to normal things are quite fine again,
Word perfect allows the poems to come out of my brain.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 2 December 2005