The Good Old Days – author unkown
A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.
Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bytes.
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A curser used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3-in. floppy
You hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something you did to the trash
Not something you did to a file
And if you unzipped anything in public
You’d be in jail for a while.
Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a backup happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife
And paste you did with glue
A web was simply a spider’s home
And a virus was just the flu.
I guess I’ll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory that’s in my head
I hear nobody’s been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens they’ll wish they were dead.