Ode to a Digit

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I had a freind who decided to stick her finger in a light socket thinking she was turning out a light. It has been such a funny incident that I wrote this poem in honor of her.

Submitted: December 16, 2006

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Submitted: December 16, 2006



Your life well worn

With pickings and scratches,

Your wounds were healed

With bandage and wrappings.

Direction was given with

Small gestures and points,

With very little thought

Of tendons and joints.

Though nails were broken

And cuticles torn,

The damage was hidden

With polish adorn.

Through the years you have held

Touched and caressed,

Occasionally found knobs, switches

And buttons to press.

Beautiful pictures were painted

And elegant scenes were drawn,

There was care and finesse

In the prowess you’ve shown.

I’m sorry for the pain that

I caused you of late,

I have to admit my

Lack of a cognitive state.

Alas tragedy struck when I

Caused you to burn,

When a light socket was found

And not a switch to turn.

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