Friends without faces.
Ode To The Friends We Chat With On The Internet
We sit and we type and we stare at our screens.
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we share all our woes.
Small groups we do form and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody to type out our name,
We want recognition and offer the same.
We give kisses and hugs and sometimes we flirt
In rooms we chat deeply and reveal why we hurt.
We do form some friendships....but why....we do not know,
Though some of them flounder, some flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold....
Telling our secrets that have never been told?
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind....
With those we can't see, as though we were blind?
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems and need someone to tell.
We can't tell 'real' people, but tell someone we must...
So we turn to the 'puter', and to those we trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains,
They are friends without faces and with odd little names.
Poem by 'Unknown Author' quite interesting.
The poem was born at the beginning of the Internet.
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