The screen is too small and
my eyes no match for
such fine print and these
scratchy pawed on glasses,
the wrong specs for both
the lenses and these young
person’s dimensions and font.
That’s not to say that I won’t
give it a shot, just foreshadowing
the sort of shot I got. Margins made
fresh from the limits degeneration and
neglect impose, a line that lands
harder than any law. The beginning
lessons of my limits, this life
forever saving one for later.
A terse description given
little room to grow, these
seeds saved for the far tomorrows.