What was I thinking
when I pushed on that slide rule?
Was it the magic wand that led me here?
Ever since I was very small,
telescope in my hand,
That demon called my name
Through renewal in the fall,
watching the leaves blow
A little snow begins to swirl
Equations that mystify
hold all the worldly truths
Except how to fill the void.
Christmas comes and then it goes
HP made the slide rule obsolete
April, May, June, Pomp and Circumstance
It's suddenly not so clear.
All the aces in my squad
vied for the chance to get there first
Noone had thought
that honor would be mine
Out 100 million miles
and out of books to read.
What was I thinking?
Christmas comes and then it goes
AI lacks that gentle human touch
April, May, June Cognitive Decline
It's suddenly very clear