Farewell Typewriter

Farewell typewriter
Now you've gone away
Over demanding and underfed
Your visions have not often any bed
I checked my mailbox
But you weren't inside
What kind of trouble I bet it would be
To visit the angel with courtesy
Four color pictures
Of a black and white world
They slow dissolve
As a new scenes unfurled
I'm tired so tired my jaw won't move
Never providing a method to prove
That we love typewriter
More than she'll know
Searching through cupboards to reprobate
The eve of the stutter when she was eight
No dollar signs in her asterisk face
Now just a hyphen and I can't replace
Farewell typewriter
I love typewriter
More than you know
Oooooo
Oooooo
Who said that being in one place was dull?
I never answered when my arms were full
I'm never competing with history again
I'm never to write on typewriter my friend