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

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