I sit at my computer
But I do not go online, I’ve made a firm decision And I’ve set aside this time. I look around the desktop And my heart begins to sink, It’s crowded and it’s messy, ‘But I must!’ is what I think. So then I start, determinedly, I boldly click, click, click, All files must go where they belong,
And make it double-quick. Then when the desktop’s nice and clear
I look inside my folders, The weight of lots and lots of files
Must fall from burdened shoulders.
I search for things of no more use
And gladly choose ‘Delete’, I feel my spirits start to rise As things start looking neat. The photo folder’s stuffed with duds
That never can be shown, I weed them out and then I check —
Free memory has grown! Now, can I face the toughest task?
I take a breath that’s deep. I log in to my email
And my tension levels leap. The inbox (overflowing)
Is a nightmare to behold, To whittle down these emails Takes a nerve that’s tough and bold.
The spam must go, the adverts too,
The offers and the deals, And messages from long ago Can follow on their heels. And as I work I make a vow —
‘I’ll tidy as I go.’
Will I stick to that regime? I hope but I don’t know. I’m on a roll, I power ahead, The end is now in sight. I’ve faced the worst, I’m oh-so-close
To making things just right. And when — at last! — the task is done
And order is restored, I heave a sigh of great relief And gin is gladly poured. June Welles, Ramsey, Isle of Man.