Plethora of Passwords
There was a time (believe it or not) Before Passwords How I long for That unencumbered Childlike World By contrast By current count I possess ten Of these little darlings And scarily each one Is alien to each And every of the other
How in Roulette Rondo (to my frustration) Am I supposed To remember which Goes to - And Open Sesames which? Oh for a simpler time When I was known Only by my birth name And in due course The Magic Nine Of Social Security!