Old Wire Pilgrim

The wire was strung long ago—
In a manner most systems don’t know.
Old Pilgrim spoke slow,
In HTTP/1.0,
And refused to upgrade with the flow.

It answered in ways now outdated—
With protocols long since negated.
“Adapt,” it would say,
“In the old-fashioned way—
Or forever be frustrated.”

A connection request came down—
Using TLS 1.2 for the crown.
“Too new,” said Old Wire,
“I’ll not to admire,
Just HTTP/1.0 in this town.”

A modern app came to call—
With protocols new over all.
But Old Wire replied,
“You’ll speak now applied—
To HTTP/1.0 in this hall.”

The connections are fragile and old—
With wisdom from days long since sold.
Old Pilgrim tends care
To the protocols there,
And preaches their virtue retold.

When HTTP/2 came to stay—
Old Pilgrim just walked far away.
“The old way was best,
I’ll not take the test,
And nothing new here comes to play.”

The simpler protocols shine bright—
Said Old Pilgrim with all of its might.
“You modernize too fast,
My ways will outlast,
And HTTP/1.0’s my light.”

No matter what standards you use,
Old Pilgrim will always refuse.
The wire persists,
The protocol lists,
And nothing new comes to the fuse.

A server responded quite dry,
“Upgrade your request,” came the cry.
But Old Wire just stood,
Said, “I would if I could—
But I only speak older,” thereby.

The connection was held without end,
No headers to signal or bend.
It waited in place,
At a much slower pace—
For a client that chose not to mend.

Each request stood alone in its grace,
No session, no stored interface.
Old Pilgrim declared,
“No state shall be shared—
Each moment must stand in its place.”

They asked it to change once again,
To speak in the modern domain.
It answered each plea
With the same legacy:
“I was old. I am old. I remain.”