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 the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type 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, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In PMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will 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 can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.
faces"
Life is like a songbook,with
each song a meaning, a memory.
Music is a journey,
a trip down memory lane.
memories make me who I am,
Without them I am no one.
Memories fill the void on a cold winter's night
When your lover is away,
memories are to cherish,learn from,
to laugh at
to cry.
With each experience,
A new memory is gained,
A new memory
A new song.
The songbook grows
And so do I
Northern Sunshine My Ineternet and to me my real life sis who I love dearly
Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver , these are gold,
New-made friendships, like new wine,
Age will mellow and refine.
Friendship that have stood the test-
Time and change-are surely best;
Brow may wrinkle, hair grow grey,
Friendship never knows decay.
For 'mid old friends, tried and true,
Once more we are youth renew.
But old friends alas! may die,
New friends must their place supply.
Cherish friendship in your breast-
New is good, but old is best;
Make a new friend, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these is gold.
author Joesph Parry
You entered my life in a casual way,
And saw at a glance what I needed;
There were others who passed me me or met each day,
But never a one of the heeded.
Perhaps you were thinking of other folks more,
Or chance simply seemed to decree it;
I know there were many such chances before,
But the others -well they didn't see it.
You said just the thing I wished you would say,
And you made me believe that you meant it;
I held up my head in the old gallent way,
And resolved you should never repent it.
There are times when encouragement means such a lot,
And a word is enough to convey it;
There were others who could have, as easy as not-
But, just the same, they didn't say it.
There may have been someone who could have done more
To help me along , though I doubt it;
What I need was cheering, and always before
They had let me plod onward without it.
You helped refashion the dream in my heart,
And made me turn eagerly to it;
There were others who might have (I question that part)-
But after all, they didn't do it!
Grace dawson
To my Internet Friends especially Dar Becca Marfia Meme and birdy to name a few Thanks for all your love. Jo
Love is patient love is kind
Love is not jealous
it does not put on airs, it is not snobbish.
Love is never rude,
it is not self-seeking, it is not prone to anger; niether does it brood over injuries
Love does not rejoice in what is wrong,
but rejoices in truth. There is no limit to love's forebearance , it's truth, it's hope, it's power to endure
St. paul to the Corinthians