How many of us do not have a password for something? We seemingly get and more of them. We are being required to make them more complex and are advised to change them often, to confine them to the password grave.
Listen to a narrator
Your key to all desired access.
Unique to you, lose it, a mess.
It is critical to user satisfaction.
Your key to valued interaction.
If changed, then soon forgot.
If replaced, then needed not.
Now irrelevant, in every way.
Absent from your day to day.
Passwords pass, its for good.
Registered new, as you should.
Don’t need old, no need to save.
Retired to the password grave.
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Image: Locksmith, Eddie Martinez, 2016
This poem is narrated by Lorraine Ansell, a British female voiceover professional.