The combination lock I had
In high
school, for the gym,
Would open
with a special code;
Though memory’s
grown dim…
I still
remember: 2 – 8 – 2
Turn right,
then left, then right,
Those numbers
etched into my brain,
Which I can
still recite.
Those were
the only numbers that
I had to
memorize
To access
something locked away
(My
sneakers, I’d surmise).
Yet nowadays,
we have to learn
Numeric
codes, as well
As passwords
to protect us
From where
hackers hide and dwell.
And each one
should be different,
With 8
characters or more,
Some upper
case, plus numbers
Or some
symbols, por favor.
It also is
expected that
Your brain
will, on command,
Be able to
cough up those codes
When apps
make that demand.
Those years
in school so long ago
Did not provide
a clue
That some
day my stuff would not be safe
With simply
2 – 8 – 2.
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