"My 3-R's Are Sixty"
I got this memory, it’s good, but short now in this season;
The CPU is still quite sharp, and with it I still reason;
The power cord’s seen better days, and battery pack needs charging;
But it will do the time out now as I approach life’s margin.The half-life of a unit now is less, so it’s ironic –
They’re making them last oh! so long, though early brand’s iconic;
My Commodore I out-grew once, so it’s out in the trash heap;
Six units I’ve had since that time, more juice is what we all seek.The software which was good at first, has problems now maintaining
A grasp of life around us, as just basics I’m retaining;
The things we knew one time for sure are not quite so, it seemeth;
Though, thankfully, One’s not that way, who goes by name of Jesus.So Christmas calls around once more with tree, and lights, and tinsel;
We’ll eat nice food, and pass out gifts – perhaps I’ll get a pencil;
For that’s where this all started, sixty years ago this summer
I learned to write, am writing still – used pencils by the number.Not much has changed amongst us folks, we’ve foibles more than reason;
We note to the actions folks passed on as they approached this season;
A mix it was, and still is now, they exercised their wisdom,
As we do now, in living out new aspects of Your Kingdom.Lord thanks for “writing” – what a tool it’s been here in my living;
I’ve journals that recall the past, and poetry for giving;
We’ve Scripture record of Your words as heard amongst Your people –
A precious gift to us indeed, great adjunct to the steeple.Thanks Lord for this.
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