Times New Roman
And there it was, subtle as ever
Full of refinement that can’t be measured
It sat there, staying in white nothingness
Nothing but its ink, filled that devoid presence
It created immense, complex projects
Written by a man whose ahead by the present
Such click from a key contributed to history
Every letter by the font contributed to his story.
Many astonished by the sight of such words
Words in font’s fashion, weirdly bringing forth colors
Yet slowly but surely, it soon shall disappear
Not the font, but the power it held so dear
Then in 5 months where May’s flowers shall bloom
The ability of such font will be consumed soon.
He waved his adieu, that innovative man
Thanking a moment with Times New Roman