Thou art misused,
Happy retirement,
In technology fused.
Envious desire,
Faith in the byte,
Computer skill doth merit,
A far greater height.
Seven year itch,
And the force is done,
The pleasure of a challenge
Go for it son.
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I am honoured to be immortalised in poetry. Fused, dothed and all…
Yes even today I still have a giggle about your comment…….but I reckon this poem almost predicted your future