My Computer Broke
This morning when I awoke,
I went to check my email,
And my computer broke.
It was no joke.
"Cannot locate your modem."
The message said.
I could feel the blood pressure
Rise in my head.
We checked the connections,
As standard procedure.
My monitor had a seizure.
The screen would come on in a flash,
Then fade to black,
My hopes to dash.
How could I work in that momentary vision?
Like a blind man's remembrance,
A flashback, brain given.
My computer still worked like a charm.
But not seeing what's in it,
Caused my alarm.
What about all the work,
I forgot to back up?
Or I hadn't put up?
To the Net, temporarily safe.
I was lost, like a homeless waif.
Unable to find icons in the dark.
A Noah without an ark.
How would I write this poem for you?
Do my taxes, and my banking too?
I called my repairman to find out.
"You're monitor's shot."
"But I've got, just the thing," he said.
"You've got a second monitor card,
With this old monitor, I thee wed."
Great relief rose up in my head.
I was not blind, I was not dead.
So I write this poem to be read.
Computers may come,
And computers may go.
But who knows the cost,
Of an idea lost?
I don't know.
Copyright 1999 (c) Ronald W. Hull