Cyber Vibes

A Technical Friend

As the apathetic ascends

My heart and soul go downfall,

But I've a few things to mend 

For my laptop ran in the past, but now 

It crawls. 

Perhaps he is my best buddy 

Has always given a hand in crisis, 

So how can I abandon my ill-wisher, 

When I have to mould him sturdy 

Best friends don't depart, 

How far they go, as the breeze.

A scrap pad, he is a great idol of

With white scars and texture dusty

Just a snail as it opens its eyes

Though has just a little stuff.

Oh, when will those treasury days arise?

When my friend will shine as the pie in the air.