A Keyboard's Lament Poem by John Carter Brown

It's cold and lonely in this room
I've seen no one for days
no one's been to press my keys;
curse their wicked ways;
They don't know what it's like in here
running this computer
in this boring little room
with Wi-Fi to the router.

I sit here ticking over
slowly gathering dust
if nothing changes soon
I think I may begin to rust;
Yes, we're still on Windows 7
this old desk-top and I
and I think I have a rival
with whom I'll have to vie.

My keys are all now faded
and the O.S. out of date
I'm really very jealous
but it may now be too late;
I've heard of his new lap-top
it breaks my heart to say
and it's true he went and bought it
just the other day.

It looks as if the jig is up
we'll soon be on the heap
a keyboard and a desk-top
neither fit to keep.

By John Brown March 2024