Email - Poem by David Shoestring
I’ve just sent a message out into the ether.
Over the ‘Net’; down the wire; into the air.
How it works; where it goes, I really don’t know
And to be honest, I really don’t care.
I just felt the need to communicate.
I needed to know that someone was there.
And that’s the beauty of the new technology,
You can do it all without leaving your chair.
A few clicks on the keypad,
There’s no need even to pick up a pen.
Words appear on the screen and are immediately seen
By God knows who and God knows when.
I’ll Twitter and blog till I’m famous,
Become well known for my literary style.
My pearls of wisdom will be carefully studied
From New York…… to the source of the Nile.
It takes only a moment for someone to read it,
But that moment is a tremendous resource,
It’s that sprit which binds a communion of minds;
That’s assuming they can read English of course.
Er …. I’ve just received a message from out of the ether.
In truth, it’s the only one I’ve had this year.
It says that I should go forth and multiply……
…… perhaps my message was not quite clear.
We’re all at it. Modern technology is so amazing that we can all email, blog and twitter away to our hearts content on a 24 hour basis. The whole world it seems is now our oyster and is anxiously awaiting our latest brilliant outpouring or diatribe. You think so? … Really? ….
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