A Party Yellow

            The trees are bare. No sunlight shines through green leaves. There is one maple in the neighbor’s yard, its leaves a party yellow. It stands like a pretty girl at the dance who doesn’t see the DJ packing up. She stands alone wishing someone would ask her for the next dance. Her wishing blocks the view of the almost empty hall.

            The next day’s wind will rip off the maple’s finery. The next moment’s hopelessness will move the girl out the door to the bus stop. She’ll wait under the streetlight’s unforgiving glare for the number 32 to take her to her neighborhood corner. 

Have you ever felt at your wit's end with your computer, at the end of your learning curve? Here's a poem that expresses my strong feelings. ope you'll share yours with me.

The Time Waster

The computer’s not working.

I feel agitated, frustrated.

Aggravated, and afraid.

Something technical went wrong.

I’m angry, upset,

Torn to pieces and betrayed.

Why doesn’t it work? What else can I do?

I’ve followed instructions

But now it’s delayed.

I’ve read the directions,

From one to ninety-six.

It said to continue

And I obeyed.

 It’s still not working,

Not doing my bidding.

What mistakes have I made?

My fault was to have trusted

A machine that is busted!

It has wasted my day!