No emails!A Poem by David Lewis Paget‘There
are no emails in the box for you, There
are no emails,’ it said, That
message had sat on my page for days Like
a note for the newly dead, I
sat and stared at the vacant screen Like
a litany for the lost, All
of my friends were a cyber dream As
I soon found out, to my cost. My
thoughts went back for many a year When
the friends that I had were real, The
ones I’d meet in the supermart The
ones I could see, and feel, The
friends that I’d had of flesh and blood Who
had drifted into my past, Did
they sit and stare at an empty screen And
hope for a word at last? When
I was away they had written screeds And
sent by the penny post, While
I’d sit nights by a reading lamp Replying,
not all, but most, We
told each other of babies born, Of
fights we’d had with the boss, And
laughed together when I came home Over
dreams and the schemes we tossed. But
as life went on and the world got old Our
friends had drifted away, While
all of us got too busy then With
the fax and the phone to play, We
would close our doors when the day was done And
stare at a silent screen, Would
reach on out to the people there Who
lived in the cyber scene. And
we forged new friendships over the net As
we roamed in the world out wide, We
made us hundreds of friends out there In
towns and the countryside, It
was mind to mind, there was nothing else No
flesh to press, no kiss, We
knew that we’d never meet, no hugs Our
link, a computer dish! I
sit alone and I wait for you, Your
messages on the screen, That
make me feel I’m connected, though The
best I can do is dream, For
a single glitch in the i.s.p. Will
stop the electron flow, And
cut us off from our new-found friends When
the email box says, ‘No!’ David
Lewis Paget © 2013 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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