Coming home

It was thirty below
When I entered the race
35 years ago

It was Bore's keen embrace
Maybe, and all the snow
That a pondering pace
On my mind would bestow
(Not that I'm slow)

Regardless of case
Whether UPPER or low
Any font, any face
Both Van Vogt and Rousseau
It was almost a craze
I just loved the words so

My life's been a maze
Been a programmer pro
For a while in my days
And a techie, but lo!
I am back on the case
I am finding the flow
So I fashion a phrase
With a rhyme on each row

Now this shall replace
Technological woe
Till the end of my days