(With apologies to Dr. Seuss)
We do not text, we do not tweet,
My friends and I prefer to meet.
We have coffee, go on hikes,
We sometimes travel on our bikes.
In winter cold we seldom freeze,
By moving quickly on our skis.
We venture here, we venture there,
We like to venture everywhere.
To see if someone is at home,
We might reach out by telephone,
Or e-mail, just to stay in touch;
But Facebook “friends?” Not so much.
Facebook “friends” can’t mow our lawn,
When we are sick or we are gone.
They cannot lend us books to read,
When we are down–can’t see our need.
Facebook “friends” can’t bring us pie
from berries picked on hills nearby.
They do not lend their fat-tire bikes;
Or take the lead on tiring hikes.
On mountain climbs in a crunch,
Facebook friends can’t share a lunch;
Or offer sunblock to shield the face,
Facebook “friends” can’t set the pace.
Networking is nothing new,
Facebook folks have real friends too;
Bridged across far-reaching spaces,
Facebook friends can have true faces.
But close friends have a special bond,
It’s here, it’s there, it goes beyond
Exchanges on the internet:
“Likes” and “posts,” the photo set.
One thing we should keep in mind:
Friends are very hard to find;
No matter if you’re young or old,
Friends are precious, surpassing gold.
If you’re lucky and have real friends,
You’ll pray their friendship never ends.
Friends shine on you like a star;
They make you better than you are.
We do not chirp, we do not tweet,
My friends and I prefer to meet;
Together we have reached a place
Much friendlier than cyberspace.
Frank E. Baker
April 20, 2018
Frank E. Baker has been an Alaska resident since 1946 and is currently a freelance writer who lives in Eagle River with his wife Rebakah, a retired elementary school teacher.