The Game Cartridge

Inspired by ‘Woman Work’ by Maya Angelou

The bits to load 

The pins to connect,

A plastic case, 

To guard, protect

Sprites to render 

And levels to design

Sounds to chime

And pixels to align.

The world to build

The story to tell,

Villains to thwart

And heroes to propel.

Circuitry that hums with endless play

Offering adventures, for both night and day.

I’ve got the jumps to time, the puzzles to solve,

Mysteries to unlock, as you evolve.

A secret garden in an 8-bit land,

Where dreams and reality blend hand in hand.

I’ve got the game over screens, the lives to spare,

The save points, and the cheat codes that care.

From start to finish, the quests you seek,

In dungeons dark, and mountains steep.

But now I sit, in dust I’m stored,

A relic of fun, once adored.

Yet in your hands, I come alive,

I’ve got your nostalgia, your childhood cheers,

Your late night laughter, and forgotten fears.

Plug me in, and let’s rewind,

To the simpler days we left behind.

By Anonymous