like some ancient mariner
no ship upon a painted ocean
but in my tiny office
walls clad with mementos of a lifetime
catalogue of memories, lost causes, faded ventures
hopes, dreams and abandoned ideas
So it's come to what?
now all I do working this electronic thing
computer it's called
a mere slave to a machine
copying all my thoughts and memories
all now I have to give
this electronic albatross of mine
slim, grey desktop
with that stubborn will
... all of its own
Peter Hunter 2012
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