A DYING COMPUTER
I know my computer is dying, it growls at me each day (save)
And so things are not lost I save often along the way (save)
It takes so very long to awake when I come to turn it on,(save)
I can hear it trying to work over the noise of the tub or shower, (save)
I must admit that I wait for it’s last breath every single hour.(save)
It has been a good friend to me helped me many poems to write, (save)
But to say that it is now a dinosaur I feel would be a cruel sleight, (save)
Oops the words I wrote did not appear I had to do them again.(save)
And to go in and save after every line, in case, is indeed a pain. (Save)
But until it fades away or does not wake up one very sad day, (save)
I’ll struggle with the temperamental thing, go on this way, (save)
Until the need arrises I’ll struggle along the best way I can, (save)
For to buy a nice new computer is not in our financial plan.(save)
I made it through another poem and the computer heart still beats, (save)
So the sales people in the computer store cam stay in their seats, (save)
Three written today with no data lost at all so all is still well, (save)
But my poor saving finger is getting worn out I can tell. (Save)
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 11 January 2005