Passwords Poem by Phil Soar

My world seems full of passwords
They protect my every move
Or so it is supposed to be
So that I am in the groove
Passwords for my laptop
My desktop and my phone
Passwords to get into work
Or when I work from home
My wife loaded a password
And a lock box at our door
In case I maybe stagger home
And end up on the floor
A password to withdraw my cash
And one to drive the car
One to use the toilet
Now, that is a step too far
No longer do I need a key
To lock things in my shed
A simple 8 character word
Will serve that task instead
Letters, numbers, Hieroglyphics
Nothing else allowed
Cover your hand when entering
Or if worried by a crowd
A password for my shopping
When I do it all online
Then when I reach the checkout
It just asks me one more time
I try to keep the same one
But at times it seems to crash
I change it once, I change it twice
Then have a heart attack
I constantly call helplines
They ask me just the same
"What was your mothers last address
And what's her maiden name"
An hour or two in limbo land
While Answering all my ‘clues'
The line goes dead, I bang my head
And suffer self-abuse
Why do I need this hassle
When I try to live my life
I've even got a special code
For contacting the wife
How can we need a password
For almost every task
How long before we'll need one
For every question that we ask
I've listed mine in sequence
Even though they tell me not to
When in distress, or in a mess
Just look at where we've got to
A Password for each movement
And everything we do
Please don't ask me what mine will be
The next time I call you