Ode to the Noble Commodore 64

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Ode to the Noble Commodore 64

06/03/23 13:37 PM

When, in the midst of Time's swift race,
Did mortals first spy Cyberspace, 
And in their humble dwellings brought 
Machines to weave their cyber-thought?
From whence did spring this wondrous beast,
This great enabler of the least, 
Which now in every corner dwells, 
From city scapes to country fells?
'Twas Commodore, that mighty source,
Whence our first cyber-steed did course.

Hail, Commodore! Thou potent sage,
Whose wisdom spans the cyber age,
Thy humble frame, a treasury 
Of knowledge vast, didst set us free,
Thy sixty-four, a magic sum, 
Which did the minds of men become, 
A number now with reverence spake, 
Which didst the cyber kingdom make.

Within thy visage, hues of blue 
And white didst mingle, secrets true 
To share with all who ventured near, 
And dared thy mystic code to hear.
Thy keyboard, like a lute, didst sing, 
And to our ears, sweet music bring, 
Whilst in thy depths, a world revealed, 
here once were truths and dreams concealed.

O noble sprite! How oft we roamed
Through lands where pixels brightly bloomed, 
Where sprites and lines did dance and play, 
And 'cross thy screen, their stories lay,
Thy SID chip, like a siren's call, 
Didst weave a spell o'er one and all, 
And in thy code, a world beguiled,
Where art and science sweetly smiled.

Alas, the march of Time proceeds, 
And newer steeds do fill our needs, 
Yet still, dear Commodore, we find, 
In mem'ry's vault, thy place enshrined.
For thou, the first to bear us hence,
To realms of cyber eloquence,
Shall ever live, in honour's hall, 
The greatest cyber steed of all.

So let us raise our voices high, 
To Commodore, the first to fly 
Upon the winds of Cyberspace, 
And sing the praises of its grace:
For though the years may fade away, 
Thy mem'ry lives, and shall not sway,
As long as hearts remember thee,
O Commodore, our liberty!