You wouldn’t believe it,
to see me using my computer.
More compact than portable typewriter.
I couldn’t begin to explain just what it can do,
like having my own printing press.
One that I put in a briefcase
to print reams of imaginative paperwork.
I wish you could see it.
You’d write a book.
I’d write one if it was in me
but it feels like a struggle
to write a letter
let alone the story of my life
in 300 pages.

I wish you could see it,
my life, And tell me
what’s at the end of it