Ode To An Aging iBook G4

everymac

I don't think I can afford to replace you,

and yet,

it's starting to look like 

I cannot afford to not replace you--

But oh, my dear chunky white friend,

who has stuck with me

through thick and thin,

my blood runs cold whenever

that dark screen scrolls over your work area,

announcing to me:

"You must log off and log back on,"

(or something like that).

And I know it's not you,

you would never do that to me;

you would never freeze your keys and block my 

flow.

oh no.

You must be possessed, and on some

days,

the  possession just

won't go away.

So,

there it is, and

there it is,

that dark screen that scrolls over your work area,

announcing to me:

"You must log off and log back on,"

(or something like that).

 and you, dear friend,

You can barely fulfill the first command,

and I worry that you won't be able

to execute the second.

I know that some day

I will press your button

and press and press,

and receive no reply, just

your blank black stare --

so please, dear old until now trusty

friend, do not be offend-

ed if I should come home

someday soon

with a slick new MacBook Pro,

and a debt that I would rather not have.

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But believe me,

it'll be fun to play with a new toy!