The Apple Store

For certain things I’m just too old – The Apple Store is one. As soon as I set foot inside, I want to turn and run. The counters where they make you stand, (Why not a stool to sit?) The questions that they ask Which I can’t answer, not a whit. The staff can barely tolerate A dinosaur like me, Losing patience when I can’t produce My Apple Cloud ID. They never solve my problems So it’s anybody’s guess Whey my Cloud account must linger At my old email address. My iPhone needs an upgrade – That’s a fact I can embrace – But I’ll buy it someplace where at least I won’t feel out of place.