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   In the early hours of the morning
when everyone is in bed
 I am on the computer
 with thoughts swimming in my head ~
 I must jot them down in a hurry
 while they are on my mind
 But before I know it it's 2am
 and I'm running out of time!
 
 I don't drink coffee to keep me awake
 as I'm lost within the lines
 Of the poetry I'm composing
 full of sentiment in rhyme ~
 And I don't need any stimulant
 as the time just passes by
 It's just me and my computer
 and the hours of the night.
 
   I wrestle with lines and stanzas
 long into the night
 Testing the rhythm and the rhyme
 making sure it turns out right ~
 What doesn't work I take out
 and those that do stay,
 But I must finish this work of art
 before the break of day!
 
 So as time ticks on I'm still here
 tapping at the keys
 Working hard to complete the task
 for the result that everyone sees ~
 And as we journey into cyberspace
 to find the perfect set,
 I venture into Moon and Back
 my "second home" on the Net!
  
 *Yawn*....it's getting later
and I still haven't been to bed
 For writing rhyme and "surfing"
 has more appeal instead ~
 Keeping me company in the early hours
 when I should really be asleep,
 It's a good thing no one's watching
 with these hours that I keep!
 
 My job is done for the night
 time to put down the mouse,
 But I get the urge to keep on going
 against my better nouse!
 But I am not addicted
 for I can stop you see
 At anytime I can go to bed
 and stop roaming the "cyber-streets"!
 
   Though I tell myself to go to bed
 and time still ticks away
 I keep tapping at my computer
 until the break of day ~
 And when morning comes I'm weary
 for I stayed up most the night
 But really I'm not addicted
 I'm always this shade of white!
 
 I love being with my computer
 it really is such a treat
 To visit the world with one click
 without even leaving your seat!
 I've been to Scotland, England, America
 and even to Italy
 And the only time that I've had to pay
 is the account with my ISP!
  
 The Internet and the computer;
they're such a wonderful thing
 With so much to offer people like me
 I can see everything ~
 The countries I've wanted to visit
 the places I've wanted to see
 And though I spend hours "travelling"
 I'm not addicted ~ not me.
 
 For addiction is a state of mind
 and I have all my faculties
 It's just that they're tired and weary
 and really in need of some sleep ~
 But I can turn off this computer,
 I can at any time
 And I don't need a program with 12 steps,
 (unless it's the computing kind)!
 
   But I will turn off this computer
 I have just one more thing to see
 As I click icons on my desktop
 that fill my computer screen ~
 Opening my list of contacts
 I log onto MSN
 And see if anyone is a-calling
 their "night owl" Aussie friend!
 
 Hello, hello ~ is anyone there
 to come and talk to me?
 Cheddles, Elizabeth, are you awake?
 and Graham, are you free?
 Just thought I'd check before I go,
 it's time to go to sleep,
 So I think I'll email you all instead;
 still I'm not addicted ~ not me.
  
 So before I know it time has gone
long into the night
 2am has long since past
 and now it's getting light!
 But tomorrow I'll log off early
 so I can get some sleep
 And I won't stay on the computer
 till I can hardly see.
 
 So I have my poetry written
 and it's now on my website
 And I have done my "surfing"
 in the wee hours of the night ~
 And while I should be sleeping
 I think my husband will agree
 About the time I spend on the computer,
 but who's addicted? Not me!
 
© Christina
21st January, 2003

 |  |  |      "This poem is obviously a dig at myself!  *smiles*  We all know how addictive computers can be, and I am no different from the many other people who stay up half the night "surfing" the Web as well....*chuckles*  Still, our spouses can get a little annoyed and feel a bit left out if we spend too much time on here....so that is why I am on here in the middle of the night!  My husband is long asleep by this stage, and I can concentrate more during the quiet hours of the night.  Many writers spend time with their family during the day, and spend their nights writing (though when they get to sleep, I have no idea, as I don't stay up all night every night).  One favourite writer of mine I know does, is Danielle Steel....and she has a rather large family.  Me?  I have a husband.  But even he will tell you about the time I spend on the computer, and it is not necessarily on the Internet either....but writing my poetry.  Still....this poem is a sort of "tongue in cheek" joke on myself.  I am saying that my poem is finished so now I can go to bed, but I stay on the computer, on the Internet....and I drag the inevitable out until I can stay awake no longer. *chuckles*  This is really a fun poem.  A lighthearted look at the amount of time we spend on the computer.  And though I am at the poiint (sometimes) where I need a direct line into the power socket and the phone line, I still say "Who's addicted? Not me!"....I hope you enjoy reading this poem as much as I had writing it!"
   
 
 
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