What Am I?
A box of knowledge --
like a library room.
one that gives messages
of happiness and doom.
Lights that twinkle
like a Christmas tree --
blinking, reading, writing,
for all to see.
A place to learn --
like teachers of old,
that give you lessons
worth there weight in gold.
Electronic wonders
of modern times,
as books were once
on love, crafts, and crimes.
The music plays
from within the slot,
like a record player
I once had bought.
Like a bread box full
this box contains
many varied items
within its frames.
And what am I,
you might well ask?
a modem controls
my speed at last.
A disk in a slot,
a CD Rom to use,
I hope you know
and aren't confused.
© July 7, 1999
by Corinne Britt
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