Us

A strange little poem about the relationship between a computer and its owner

Click, click, click the keyboard sings, every night

and every day. The hard drive hums along -

it can’t hear the monotone drone it thrums.

But I can, and I love it. Every groan,

every moan, every dead deflated sigh.

It’s because it’s mine; my own hunk of junk.

Others have better but this one is mine.

We’ve had many adventures, me and it.

Created and toppled worlds, made new friends

and foes too, oh what wondrous stuff we’ve seen!

But everything has its allotted time,

Even us…My old friend…Even…sadly…

Us.