The computer

has replaced the typewriter

but it's not the same

too easy

too sterile

with the typewriter it was a war

pounding away at keys

the noise of the carriage

wrestling with the ribbon

it was a battle of man vs. machine

ultimately the man won

but he paid the price

with sore fingers

and exasperation caused by

the wrinkled product

White Out smudged all over hands and page

if you could write with a type-writer

every word was a victory

when you heard the last ding of the bell

the copy pulled out from the roller

the typewriter surrendered

reluctantly waved the white page

you won the war

typewriters are silent now

we only see them in garage sales

or in museums

yet we still remember

the clash of the carriage

the clamor of keys

goodbye typewriter

your lasting legacy

you taught us how to write.