Forget about it being fresh,
If it is discovered...
On the internet.
It is not as if a wrong telephone number,
Has been called and placed.
One makes and chooses to forget.
To dial another!
Today anyone can be traced...
As if face to face.
To become as close,
As a brother, sister, father or one's mother.
With a spending of more time electronically...
On a keyboard that connects...
Wherever in the world one wishes to be.
And whenever the need.
'I've felt closer to you in these past few days,
Let's get married!
We'll meet at the alter...
And exchange introductions.'
Anyone can be researched,
From birth until death.
And if someone has claimed,
Notoriety and fame...
A simple 'burp' heard while eating,
May stir the beginning of one's shame.
And if one should make a mistake,
No matter how small or insignificant it is...
Someone may decide to use it,
As a means to remember!
And never to forgive.
'You burp while eating?
I had no idea.
That's disgusting!
I thought you were more,
Than just an average human being!
Let's divorce.
We still have time to select another course.'
Forget about it being fresh,
If it is discovered...
On the internet.
As just as disposable!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem