by Glen Martin Fitch
Ancient Egyptians, plagued by plague,
Still scribbled figures on papyrus.
(Illnesses wear us down and yet
Communication's ever tireless)
Conquering eastward, was it war
Or just a cold that killed Great Cyrus?
Likewise, perhaps infection kept
Marconi steady at his wireless.
Modern machines (internally
with each new year appear more gyrous)
Swiftly complex travail perform.
If good heath wishes yet inspire us
Hopefully your computer will
Soon overcome its latest virus.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011