The Apple Store

For certain things I’m just too old –
The Apple Store is one.
As soon as I set foot inside,
I want to turn and run.

The counters where they make you stand,
(Why not a stool to sit?)
The questions that they ask
Which I can’t answer, not a whit.

The staff can barely tolerate
A dinosaur like me,
Losing patience when I can’t produce
My Apple Cloud ID.

They never solve my problems
So it’s anybody’s guess
Whey my Cloud account must linger
At my old email address.

My iPhone needs an upgrade –
That’s a fact I can embrace –
But I’ll buy it someplace where at least
I won’t feel out of place.