Pictures Blurred Poem by William Ryan

So many beautiful faces,
In so many far away places,
They are alone and somewhat free,
Many seem to want to chat with me,
So they get themselves on line,
Hoping what is missing they can find,
Maybe someone close to where they are at,
If for nothing else but just to chat,
Maybe the same interests we can share,
Or just to know a friend is there,
Every day there is a pleasant greeting,
Then talk about some kind of meeting,
This may go on for days or a week,
Even on the phone we may speak,
What some say is perfectly clear,
Others just say what you want to hear,
Now across the table we will sit,
The picture in my mind the other just doesn't fit,
Small talk there will be some,
But the real thought is on how to run,
I am only wishing this date was through,
But what's a nice person to do,
With my vision now blurred,
By the BS of the printed word,
Now glad that the phone will ring,
Tragedy this call will bring,
The kids are not full grown,
And they are home alone,
Little Bobby slipped and fell,
How bad he's hurt they just can't tell,
It was nice to meet you don't you know,
But I really have to go,
The picture is no longer blurry,
To the car I simply hurry,
Thank God for that cell phone,
Maybe I am better off alone