Poetry – Grateful to my Motherboard – A poem about ageing and parents.

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Grateful to My Motherboard

I think it was the constant crashing of my computer that prompted me to write this poem – that and my interest in consciousness as a neuronal network of interconnecting neurones.

As I become aware that my body and brain are not quite as agile as they used to be I began making the analogy to the degrading of my computer programmes. It seems to me that if you leave the PC on it starts to go slower and slower. The upgrades are also designed to slow it up. There is an inbuilt obsolescence. They want you to regularly buy an upgrade!

That is what we have – an inbuilt obsolescence. We have evolved to get old and die so that we do not compete with our offspring for available space, food and water.

I could do with a sizeable upgrade but I cannot seem to find a repair shop that will do it for me.

I’m grateful to my parents who donated the DNA that made me what I am. But this ageing business is a pain.

 

Grateful to My Motherboard

My life is measured in gigabytes –

An electronic haze

On a universal hard-drive –

I know I’m heading for a crash!

 

I’m trying to back up

My essential core

But there’s simply not enough space –

The programmes all clash.

 

I’ve downloaded a few versions

Into clones with dual input

And new combinations –

But it’s really a bit of a hash!

 

I’ve insufficient memory

To carry out the tasks.

My chip has become dated –

But I’m still giving it a bash.

 

I’m grateful to my motherboard

For the foundation

On which I’m based.

Those paths were clear –

Though life’s one mad dash.

 

It was the seminal floppy

Plugged into the slot,

Streaming in its programmes

That made me loud and brash.

 

Now the programmes are degrading

And I’m moving kind of slow.

The upgrades I’m downloading

Keeping ending up in trash!

 

Opher 2.1.2015

4 thoughts on “Poetry – Grateful to my Motherboard – A poem about ageing and parents.”

  1. I try very hard not to think about getting old. Yes of course I am getting old and I hate it never used to bother about my age, now as the last few years have gone by and this one approaching I hate the thought of another year and the figures it shows. Maybe the Boys keep me younger in mind, for which I am grateful, but the body well health has not been kind to me that way.

    1. Keeping positive is the key. Having goals and things to look forward to. Having a purpose. Loving all the good things. Enjoying life. It’s a beautiful world. We have to live in the moment. In my head I’m still eighteen.

      2. I know. The aches, pains, loaf agility, forgetfulness. It’s all a nuisance. But it’s what we have and the world is still beautiful. We make the most of it.

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