On Facebook, I, less than an hour –
That's all it took to see its power
To take away my precious time
In sorting through the trash – declined.“So let me get this straight”, said I,
“Some ‘friend’ with empty life that's dry
Spills all that nothingness of time
Out over net to inbox mine –“But more than that, it overflows
Like Psalmist's cup, with all its woes
Into the inbox of my ‘friends’,
Then cascades forth and never ends.“They comments add –‘good’, ‘nice’, ‘I like’,
So thus take up more precious bytes
Of space and time I'd have to sort”
I don't think so – I'm back to work.For days and moments on my clock
Tick on relentless – someday stop –
I'm cutting down my hundred-list
Lest key activity be missed.So in an hour or two today
I saved a whack of time to play
A real guitar; turn endless wood;
Read with my wife; be understood –Try grasping concepts with my mind;
Build rabbit hutch; hamburger grind;
Go for a walk; breathe autumn air;
Re-tile the floor; some pipes repair.The world craves real community
Where we are known, can touch, and see
With others whom we care about –
Work Facebook in? Now that I doubt.navigation