A computer Poem for those Over 40
A computer was something on TV, From a science-fiction show of note. A window was something you hated to clean, And ram was the cousin of the goat.
Meg was the name of my girlfriend, And a gig was a job for the nights, Now they all mean different things, And to me that really mega bytes.
An application was for employment, A program was a TV show. A cursor used profanity, A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something you lost with age, A CD was a bank account. And if you had a 3.5 inch floppy, you hoped nobody found out.
Compress was what you did to garbage Not something you did to a file, And if you unziped anything in public You'd be in jail for a while.
Log on was adding wood to the fire, Hard drive was a long trip on the road. A mouse pad was where a mouse lived, And backup happened to your cammode.
Cut you did with scissors, And paste you did with glue, A web was a spider's home, And a virus was the flu.
There's still wisdom in pad and paper, And memories remaining in my head. I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash, But when it happens they're virtually dead.
I'm outta here again.
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