The Computer

They said it would be easy
learning the PC.
But everything I do
never wants to be.
I press the keys
look at the screen
boy those messages
can really be mean.
I’m looking for help
searching the books
all I get are computer
mean looks.
Moving the mouse
clicking away
hoping to find
what I need to say.
Something I did
something I hit
made it work
I don’t have to quit.
Whoever said
it’s really easy
makes my stomach
really queasy.

Poetry & Photo by Patricia Walter 2002 ©