I sit earnestly in front of my computer
trying to create
a site
to behold
a thing of beauty
a work of art
impart
special meaning
to the world
but
nothing emerges
but awkward
attempts
my brain moves
like molasses
in winter
my fingers
stumble
as if crippled
with arthritis
pen and paper
are my home
but this
computer
is the new frontier
where creation is born
these days
so i endeavor
to walk through
the wonder
that is
second nature
to my young
while all the time
my brain
whirls with
broken ideas
stretching
far beyond
my reach
I unfold
a new beginning
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