In The Virtual World Poem by Shalom Freedman

IN THE VIRTUAL WORLD

In the virtual world
I somehow am real-
I add to myself all the time
Without problem.

In the real world
I am less successful.
Less attention is paid
And I walk the streets of my own city
Unrecognized.

Praise is nice
And virtual praise also something I suppose
But a real embrace is something different.

One day soon too perhaps, you say,
Virtual embraces will be more than real ones
But it hasn't happened yet.

As it is now I am more real in the virtual world
Than in the real one.

No wonder I spend so much of my time here
Writing to strangers who have never smiled at me
And who I too am not really in touch with.