well, hallo, my good friend Microsoft! hallo there my old chum! <br />fancy seeing you at this pub, how far have you come? <br /> <br />where have you wandered these days? worn are the soles of your shoes! <br />your cane is splintered and cracked, surely you must have some news! <br /> <br />'indeed, i do have some stories to tell, old boy. come, let's have a drink <br />'and sit down by the that fire so that i may have a moment to think.' <br /> <br />'i have been to the front lines of battle where warriors wave pens, not swords <br />'where letters are the ammunition and the weapons are their words' <br /> <br />'alas, i was struck several times. not once, not twice, but thrice for merely being a correspondent on the field <br />'i wanted nothing to do with this war, in fact, no weapon did i wield <br /> <br />'now i find myself wounded and weary, resting with a mouthful of stout <br />'i would be just as content in this Pub; figuring these people out. <br /> <br />'poets have no love for each other. even less love for themselves <br />'they don't realize their names will be collecting dust on old library shelves <br /> <br />'if they are published, and that's no guarantee. <br />'but nobody wants to listen to me.' <br /> <br />and the old man inhaled deeply, savouring his tar-black beer. <br />he looked to the ground, <br />then all around <br />his eyes met with each patron's in the bar <br />he felt a twinge in his every scar <br />'we must go, ' said he suddenly, 'the murderers have come here.'<br /><br />Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hallo-microsoft/
