They say it is all online now
I tell them to get lost
I want it the way it was before
Just send it through the post
That's not the way we work, they cry
Those days are long since gone
We can only deal with this job now
By email or by phone
But I don't have a computer, I say
I don't know where to begin
Forcing old folks to do this
Is a downright, mortal sin
I'm far too old to be starting this
Way too long in the tooth
At 91 you cannot expect much
And that's the total truth
I guess I need to find a friend
Someone I can ask
This should be an easy job
Not a stressful, tiring task
There should be another way
For people just like me
Who have never had the need to use
A laptop or PC
Now at last we have it done
My friend has used her mouse
And after several weary hours
I have the insurance for my house
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