I got a talking computer the other day,
It not only speaks, it listens in its own perfect way.
It seems to have a bit of a tin ear,
But probably, only because I don’t speak so clear.
I find myself talking to this computer a lot,
Trying to get it to understand me, or not.
Sometimes I think it actually does understand me,
And, that this is getting a bit out of hand.
But then, I have to stop and think,
Because I am plowing new land.
I wonder what the computer really is thinking,
Maybe it understands, maybe not
Maybe, I just like the sound of my voice,
As it’s reflecting what I’m thinking.
Whatever it is that bugs me,
Is hiding in the back of my mind.
Maybe, just maybe, it really does understand.
And will talk to me, one day, in a new land.
Copyright 2001 © Ronald W. Hull