I am no computer, yet
somehow you upgraded me
increasing my capacity
to remember and decode,
compatible and with a drive
to process and accept
augmenting inward clarity
my chipless shoulders strong
to take upon the daily load
enduring as to still belong
while newer, faster minds arrive.
At last, the data has a base,
and all the bits fall into place
correcting errors in the source
of cycles lost to dumb brute force.
I command my system here,
network thanks to you, my dear:
such input fixed my crashing heart.
Because of you, I now can start.

Upgrade © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Challenge prompt link: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2718855-Before-You-Work-On-Others-Make-You-The--Bes
Submitted: February 24, 2019

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