Today's National Poetry Writing Month challenge suggests poems that compare our past and present lives.
This does not follow the rules for the thought flow of a sijo, but since my brain's gone there...
Typewriter clacking all day
cost me housemates, filled my pockets.
Computer softly moaning
"update, replace," drains my pockets.
Could I go back? In a heartbeat.
I've outlived housemates, anyway.
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