Crazy Shuttered Window

[Nan]

Below is a poem (or pome as he calls them) that was written by a good friend of mine named Jeff St John.  Jeff was a well known singer in the 70s and 80s in Australia with a voice to die for.  These days due to ongoing health issues he doesn't sing any more, but is busy writing his memoirs, getting all his videos organised and in a format he can share with people and keeping his Facebook page updated.  

 

He and I have discussed the fact that the internet is a great "window on the world" and today, he became somewhat frustrated when the equipment he recently purchased, refused to talk to Windows 8, so while waiting for an IT friend to visit and help him sort it out, he wrote this little pome  

 

Crazy Shuttered Window
My window on the world is having trouble with its system.
Regardless of how loud I yell, damn thing just don’t listen.
Bought in some help from China, that promised me the world,
except the window on the world now treats it like a churl.
The promise was, at first, fulfilled with music archive capture.
The feeling, careful choice of words, was nothing short of rapture.
My memories secured, I thought, as easy as just money.
But now, my window on the world has decided my help is “funny? ”
It won’t reboot, reload, record. First success frustration.
My window on the world won’t access my early imagination!
Exponential development curve that has now become quite vertical.
“Computers that design themselves” is open to some ridicule!

 

 

[Stormy]

LOL, good one Nan