Once Upon a Password
Once upon a password
I used to recollect
the obscure encryption
I invented to protect
my email from those hackers
so they wouldn’t see
my personal correspondence
or steal my ID.
But now it’s getting harder
to invent those ciphers
that defend my info
and permeate my life.
Upper case and numbers,
symbols interspersing,
make it look like comic book
characters are cursing.
And by the time I’ve memorize
the password I’ve arranged,
a faceless message tells me that
it’s time the password changed.
And now I must start over…
seriously? really?
I wonder how you spell
‘password’ in Swahili?
Linda Studley 