Facebook

What am I doing on Facebook, Why am I on here at all? Some asks a reasonable question, Then suddenly, it's a free for all. The language is the first to go, Using words I do not use or even know! It's supposed to be a 'social media', What it actually is I have no idea. I have seen folk make a simple retort, Then they are shot down like a quail for sport. I have seen some develop into a great debate, Then someone comes on just preaching hate. Facebook say that they are quick to moderate, Yet if asked what they'll do, say 'nothing mate'. What am I doing on here I ask myself now and then, Well, for one I like the banter that goes back when. I like the poems about things from my past, They revive memories of times disappearing fast Some photo's on here are heart rending, it's true. But you can scroll past if they're offensive to you, Some folk seem to talk double dutch Delete the thread, don't give it a crutch. So why am I on here I ask myself out loud. Loneliness is hard, I want to be part of the crowd. So I'll stay on here for however long Til' someone comes along and sings a new song. © Dave Timperley February 23 2017