022223 sonnet Looking Back, I Was Wrong

Looking Back, I Was Wrong

It’s only now I know how everything

Was written in the time before typing

A pen point dripping words about to bring

A screed of loud invective and griping

Of faulty preparation to begin

To bring to fruit a useful line to gain

A tool so wrong, could not have ever been

Anything but a long and epic pain.

But think again! At last I’ve tried and lo

The puny dipping pen will sure impress

With all my fountain pens you’d think I’d know

My writing time at last could come to this.

Long humans found the most effective means

For writing words of their creative beings.