A Poem For Those Over Thirty

A computer was something on TV from a science fiction show of note

A window was something you hated to clean and ram was the cousin of a goat.

Meg was the name of my girlfriend and gig was a job for the nights

Now they all mean different things and that really mega bytes.

An application was for employment a program was a TV show

A cursor used profanity a keyboard was a piano.

Memory was something that you lost with age a  CD was a bank account

And if you had a 3 in. 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 and 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 and a virus was the flu.

I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper and the memory in my head

I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash but when it happens they wish they were dead.