Tuesday, February 22, 1977

First poem I ever wrote I was 11

Imagination they have lost
All they think of is the cost
They do not see what they do
I would be ashamed wouldn’t you?

Digits, digits all they think
Digits, digits everywhere
Even in the air
Digits, digits 1,2,3,
I hate digits don’t you agree
That grownups have lost
Their sensitivity.

Fennigan T. August-1977