Second attempt

I tried to write a poem with Dragon,
but hellfire and brimstone. Poof! It went.
I guess magical program's
not so magical after all.
Now poem’s wondering around
somewhere in cyberspace nearly completed
and slightly lost;
unreachable by author.

I force myself
to remember
that my computer is only
" a stupid machine
with the ability to
do incredibly smart things",
according to Bill Bryson,
new favorite author
whose name it learned last night.

Despite failures of training-
and there have been a few-
part of me still hopes
to spare the wrists
and spoil myself;
sees new tool
as way to write independently
and still drive my wheelchair
and feed myself
and 80.