I’m sixty six, I’m old & gray,
I never thought, I’d reach this day.
When everything, Has changed so fast.
From written words, To printers path.Those strange new words, We have to know.
Config, Exec, Bat, and info.
I know it will be all worth while.
To prove this, just open a file.I’ve made a list of things I need.
Like a little kid, I have a greed.
Since Xmas should last thru the year,
I’ll spread my list around with cheer.My 386 is three years old,
I can’t afford to let it go.
The list is long, But not complete.
Upgrading now, bit by bit.4 Rams are small, and need extension.
64 Wow, a lot more tension.
The hard drive, like me, needs a facelift.
Two gigabytes, is the perfect gift.Increase the speed, I should know.
100 megahertz, will make it glow.
The old mother board, needs a change.
Pentium, could be a cool new range.2, 4, 6, 8 Make it faster,
Don’t forget, a new soundblaster.
The 3.1 is not alive,
Just upgrade to a 95.Forget the old dot matrix printer,
Replace it with a color laser.
The software, the software, is there no end?
Millions of programs, time to bend.A voice box and video, the mpeg’s cry out.
Don’t forget us, I hear them shout.
On modems, on faxes, on towers & switches.
On Cd”s, on keyboards, & on & on crashes.Oh yes, the world wide web, is appealing.
But those long net codes, are deafeting.My computer is new on Xmas day.
My ego inflated, I say, I say.
On Xmas day, I smile—–Complete.
By New Years’s day–It’s obsolete.
- Norb Walker
