HASTE TO AID - A.
Embraced with hope, and pure delight.
Fourteen years, a weary friend, Faithful service, near its end. A WD My Book, 4TB, Mac bound, In distant 2015, its service found. A fond farewell, a decade's stay, You never faltered, day by day. An ageing soul, confined and weak, By stroke and cancer, life you seek. And near, a soul, with fear rife, Of every germ, in shadowed life. Unbending will, fragile and slow, Worn and flawed, where swiftness should flow. You bore our burdens, what we asked, Through shadowed plague, a solemn task. Through dread diagnosis, surgeon's steel, To emergency's door, our hearts did reel. These hours, both finest and most cruel, We bow to service, honour's jewel. Remembering days of years gone by, You depart with grace, beneath the sky. A Mac Mini waits, to take your role, A WD My Passport, 5TB, whole. New household member, swift and bright, Embraced with hope, and pure delight. Expectations rise, on shoulders new, We trust the splendid paths you'll strew. Adaptable, steadfast, swift to fly, Splendid in all, for you and I. The germaphobe yearns for gifts untold, May years be long, your bounty bold. For years we knew, a heart so true, Bearing the system's weight anew. High Sierra's realm, since seventeen, It never failed, a loyal scene. Four thousand to five, a voice so clear, Both sang with praise, banishing fear. Yet whispers tell of drives that wane, In weeks of work, a bitter pain. The first retired, still shines so bright, When bodies falter, losing light. For those whose flesh begins to fail, How precious these, beyond the pale. How dear the cost, relief so sweet, Five thousand bytes, perfectly complete.