On the web there are friends
All over, left over
But they keep on coming back
Writing, chatting, whispering
Time space distance
Matter little
Why should I belittle?
This world which now is in a box
Honestly this not hoax
I write on the screen
Where have you been?
Will you not be my friend
For another day?
So that I have my way?
Books to read as well
Pages unfurl the computer
is a box containing history
That's its story, no not idiot ( box!)
but forget it, I have it!
On the web there are friends
- Network for Children