An Ode to the Old USB Drive
Echoes of Life in a Digital Relic
A relic of past, a mere USB,
One-point-oh, limited in memory,
A treasure chest filled with echoes of what was,
Emails, half-written tales, a never-ending buzz.
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Bearing code from my college's fleeting phase,
Memories with lovers, the halcyon days,
Fragments of arguments, friends now estranged,
Each byte, a reminder, of times forever changed.
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A story once penned, akin to Twain's Eve,
A lover's suspicion, her refusal to believe,
She thought it was hers, that tale of old,
But it was crafted long before our love's bold.
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This USB, so obsolete, yet so dear,
A fragile vessel of the yesteryear,
Holds more than data; it's my life's array,
A snapshot of time that could soon fade away.
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The cloud may keep it, but for how long?
Google, companies, where will they be gone?
What will remain when all's lost to time?
A legacy? A memory? A forgotten rhyme?
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To anyone else, this drive's just trash,
But for me, it's a timeline, a life's flash,
It's all I can leave for my children to find,
A digital imprint of a wandering mind.
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Publish, distribute, evade obscurity's veil,
This USB urges me, "Don't let memories pale."
For everything's fleeting, yet some things must last,
It's a humble drive, a link to my past.
About the Creator
Mark Randall Havens
Mark Randall Havens is founder of Dallas Maker Community and Dallas Makerspace and was awarded a prestigious Ph.D. fellowship in recognition of his work in his community. Mark Havens holds an MS in Management and a BS in Computer Science.
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