Ode To The Friends We Chat
With On The Internet
and we type and we stare at our screens.
have to wonder, what this possibly means.
with each other, we share all our woes,
groups we do form and gang up on our foes.
for somebody to type out our name,
recognition and offer the same.
kisses and hugs and sometimes we flirt,
we chat deeply and reveal why we hurt.
friendships but why is a thing we don't know,
most often founder some will flourish and grow.
it that on screen, we can all be so bold,
our secrets that have never been told?
it we share those deep thoughts in our mind
we can't see, as though we were blind?
is simple, it's as clear as a bell.
have our problems and need someone to tell.
tell "real" people, but tell someone we must
turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
it is crazy, the truth still remains,
friends without faces and with odd little names.
you are a friend of mine
letters we exchange,
know you on the street,
doesn't that seem strange?
hold a place within my life,
share ideals and special dreams,
still, we do not speak.
what I think you are,
you picture me.
intriguing game for both of us
someone we can't see.
for this friendship we possess,
owe this mail a debt,
the charm lies in the fact
we have never met.
You a Happy Friendship Day (Aug 2nd)