Life is like a floppy disk,
We’re not so obsolete.
You can neither exchange your life
Or ask for a recipt.
Occasionally the floppy disk
Crashes
It refuses to load,
Yet imperfect as it is
It was a happy load.
I remember when it was replaced
By a compact disk
More could be stored upon it
Memory without the risk.
But those got scratched
Eventually, proving new ain’t always
Better.
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