Monday, January 9, 2023

Poem: Atari

Atari, oh Atari,
A name that brings back memories.
Of pixelated graphics and bleeps and blips,
Of hours spent huddled around console ships.

From Asteroids to Space Invaders,
We battled on and became players.
With joystick in hand, we conquered worlds,
Our thumbs a blur as the action unfurled.

But time moves on and technology too,
And Atari was left feeling blue.
But still it lives on in our hearts and minds,
A symbol of a simpler, more innocent time.

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