COMPUTERITIS

Computeritis has set in
to spread my time a trifle thin.
My poet's brain, alas, alack,
Has seemed to stop. Will it come back?

A three-year-old, I've heard it said,
can follow rules the teacher read.
Now why can't I, at eighty three.
Cure my computer malady?

Log in...explore the internet...
Log out? Now I just plain forget!
I call for rescue once again...
(Todd has more patience than most men).

The keyboard I once thought I knew
has added keys that puzzle, too.
My fingers now must hunt and peck...
Computer "bugs" make me a wreck!

In spite of all my bungling ways,
I won't give up! I'm bound I'll stay.
Then if and when I graduate,
There will be cause to celebrate!