I often seem to get lost,
On the internet, and there is a cost,
To me in time wasted, wandering,
Getting nowhere, just meandering,
Through the inter-connective links,
Where I learn a bit of how humanity thinks,
But when you are fifty and more,
I have to wonder what is this for?
Why do a billion people today,
Want to live their lives in this way?
Why can we not speak face to face?
Communicate like a civilised race,
By going round to our friend's house,
Instead of merely clicking this infernal mouse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem