Curse this cursor, which deletes my memories in time.
For my previous heartfelt words, back then, sounded fine.
Blame not the notion matured verse is ridiculed today,
for my keyboard plots to change all that I think & say.
Once upon my time, emotion drove the spirit of old poems,
letters written in that moment, were my words I called my own.
Monitor flags a warning, to overwrite another rhyme?
Suddenly my curser jumps and says, YES that will be just fine!
A modem hacked into my brain, with a keyboard as its gateway?
Cursor’s network of spam, plots to cloud memories as its foray.
Why would I not ‘SAVE AS’ first, to save historic thoughts today?
Hindsight too late and foresight hijacked as old words slip away.
Regret builds within my heart, on this literary fall from grace.
My words were past thoughts or memories, now lost in cyber space.
So if you feel the tendency to overwrite lines that make no sense,
Remember that cursed cursor, which uses ‘Delete’ as its offence.