Naught

Staring at the screen showing the folders, Folders and folders and files and files Piling up in the PC, in the laptop, in the netbook And even in the external Hard Disks - I am overwhelmed!

I grimace; how like my room, my house - Why, even like my entire life - Piling up junk, valuables irretrievably lost in the mountains of files and drawers and memories -

How frighteningly similar, for the hard disks to crash - The house to crumble - and life to end - And everything to come to naught!