Friendster's Footprints

The dial-up whine, a familiar slow embrace, Connecting to a world in a digital space. And there it was, that friendly, teal-tinged hue, Friendster calling, "Come and join our crew." Remember profiles crafted with such care, The perfect photo strategically placed there. A little snippet of who you longed to be, For online eyes and virtual company. The endless scrolling through connections made, Friends of friends of friends, a network gently laid. That thrill of adding someone to your list, A digital nod, a connection that would persist. The testimonials, a public, heartfelt plea, "You're so amazing!" for the world to see. Bragging rights secured in glowing earnest prose, A digital bouquet where friendship brightly grows. Those quirky layouts personalized with flair, Backgrounds that clashed without a single care. Music players blaring a chosen favorite tune, Setting the mood beneath the digital moon. The "Who's Viewed Me?" a curious tempting trace, A fleeting glimpse of a familiar face. A little mystery, a silent peek and go, Wondering who lingered down below. Before the likes, the shares, the viral spree, There was Friendster's simplicity wild and free. A place to connect in a gentler slower time, Leaving digital footprints in their innocent prime. Now other platforms gleam with features sleek and new, But a part of me still misses that familiar teal hue. Friendster fading, a memory bittersweet and true, A first taste of connection for me and maybe you. ©bfa040625