I've struggled with it day by day… and even night by night…
Sometimes, of course, it will obey… and then I take delight…
But just like that, the cursor's gone… it's then I'm on my own…
Without much hope to carry on… I'm in the Twilight Zone!
I shut down programs here and there… that's if it lets me to…
And do some things I'd rarely dare… and pray I make it through…
Or else the power button's next… as if my last resort…
No wonder that I'm still quite vexed… perplexed in every thought…
I start again… my eyes now glazed… the startups run their course…
Some programs work… I stare amazed… yet some still have their flaws…
And so I must try uninstall… and try my best to cope…
Still praying for a miracle… persisting still with hope…
Thank God! At last… All programs go! I'll check my emails now!
That's when I gasp and say, OH, NO! Two hundred came somehow!
My PC problems make me sick… and squirm upon my seat…
And so I plough… click, click, click, click… Delete, delete, delete…
Denis Martindale April 2019.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem