I sat and watched as my hard drive died just the other day.
She left me on a Friday in the merry month of May.
With no chance to say goodbye there was nothing I could save .
Always back up is what I've learnt from hard drives in the grave.
I sat before a blank screen and thought of what had been.
It's a pity that without it my career would be so dim.
credit~A poem by Paul Francis McCann (slightly modified by yours truly.)
~ found it here http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=109831