Some throw them
together like *******
some misuse them
without concern
some play with them
like a box of toys
some use just enough
and discard the rest
some cherish them
awed by their complexity
some stray away
feeling inferior
some are experts
who know them well
and some abuse them
every chance they get
and me, I still feel
for that little boy
who gave me
so many..


©2012 Lyn