A poem for computer users over 50

[Paul Bearer]

A Computer was something on TV,

From a science fiction show of note

A Window was something you hated to clean

& a Ram was the father of a goat.



Meg was the name of a girlfriend,

& Gig was a job for the nights

Now they all mean different things

& that really Mega Bytes.



An Application was for employment,

A Program was a TV show

A Cursor used profanity,

A Keyboard was a piano.



A Memory was something you lost with age,

A CD was a bank account

And if you had a 3-inch floppy,

You hoped nobody found out.



Compress was something you did to the garbage,

Not something you did to a file

And if you Unzipped 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

& a Backup happened to your commode.



Cut you did with a pocket knife,

Paste you did with glue

A Web was a spider's home

& a Virus was the flu.



I guess I'll stick to my pad & paper

& the Memory in my head.

I hear nobody's been killed in a Computer crash,

But when it happens, they wish they were dead.