Deadlines for Writers. 12 Poems in 12 Months – March– Prompt: Undo

Control Plus Zed.
It is often I’ve said,
That without you I’d never survive.
I remember the days,
When a slight keyboard graze,
Made me want to rip out my own eyes.

A whole essay gone,
A forever-lost song,
Just because I’d forgotten to save.
I would stare at the screen,
And internally scream,
And then head-butt the keys in a craze.

I’m much calmer now,
‘Cause I know that somehow,
My work is still magically there.
But often I’ve thought,
Would life be less fraught,
If that magic trick worked everywhere?

Perhaps to that time,
When I was about nine,
And I’d forgotten to go for a wee.
So short I was caught,
With the class on a walk,
One Control-Z – and no one would see…

Or when drunk in a whirl,
I went up to that girl,
And fell flat on my face at her feet.
And thought it’d be great,
To go eat my own weight,
In kebab, and then spew in the street.

Or that time I was mean,
To the girl I was seeing,
Just because I was hurt and upset.
And then pissed off some bloke,
And despite being broke,
Lost my wallet and pride to a bet.

There are so many things,
That I wish to unsee,
To undo, and start over again.
But what would become,
Of the good that I’ve done?
It’d be nothing of anything then.

There’s much I regret,
And wish to forget,
But much more that I wish to recall.
Perhaps it’s not true,
That this real undo,
Could correct my faults once and for all.

So thank you Undo,
For all that you do,
And for keeping me calm at my desk.
But perhaps that great key,
Should remain on the screen,
For the beauty of life is its tests.