Codes and Passwords
The combination lock I had
In high school, for the gym,
Would open with a special code;
Though memory’s grown dim…
I still remember: 2 – 8 – 2
Turn right, then left, then right,
Those numbers etched into my brain,
Which I can still recite.
Those were the only numbers that
I had to memorize
To access something locked away
(My sneakers, I’d surmise).
Yet nowadays, we have to learn
Numeric codes, as well
As passwords to protect us
From where hackers hide and dwell.
And each one should be different,
With 8 characters or more,
Some upper case, plus numbers
Or some symbols, por favor.
It also is expected that
Your brain will, on command,
Be able to cough up those codes
When apps make that demand.
Those years in school so long ago
Did not provide a clue
That some day my stuff would not be safe
With simply 2 – 8 – 2.
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