A New Years Day Poem

by Glen Martin Fitch

To day's the day
I back up all my files
and sort my folders,
empty out my trash,
set preferences
for colors, fonts and styles,
sort out accounts,
all cookies, and my cache.
Old applications
I can now let go.
Annoying pop up programs
I will halt.
But why stop now?
Adjust my settings so
my daily exercise
is now default.
Unplug all fools
who sap my energy.
Bad memories and porn
I now delete.
Fresh pass words
to protect my privacy.
And now, reboot.
It's all complete.
I look ahead with hope
and feel sincere.
I'm quite prepared.
I now bring on this new year.


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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