FLASH

© RYAN GUILEY

A quiet inspiration was my father,

Working so much and didn’t bother,

Giving me the business concepts,

As now he is too old with regrets.

 

My first computer I purchased,

From a jeweler with a big clock,

As it comes to me in a big flash,

The removable drives that docked.

 

It was like a space ship on a mission,

The 286 processor gave me ambition,

Cutting the grass from a block away

The land next door, gave me a say.

 

But I think my mother told me,

About the bank seminar the night before,

In the basement hall, it was all free,

The bank, connected to the portal door.

 

Having their own feed and channel,

I was intrigued as it all clicked in,

I thought this was too easy to handle,

I thought of my girl with the hair pins.

 

It flashed at me, and I knew for sure,

It all made sense, why her visor lifted,

I could see the future ahead with her,

That she inspired me and is so gifted.

 

Should I thank the Canadian satellite?

Or the American dish that I enjoyed,

They zapped the card as I left my site,

As the mirage was present and deployed.

 

I knew I would get on their nerves,

So I purchase the same car fast,

It wasn’t a gamble, as it had serve,

As it came back, from my past.

 

I feared for my prior knowledge,

And also for our family lives,

I have to thank a teacher in college,

As he gave me wisdom and strive.

 

As a child I collected US dollar bills,

It taught me about the Federal Reserve,

That was my first doubt and thrill,

Why many states circulated that make a curve.