Friendster's Footprints Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

The dial-up whine, a familiar, slow embrace,
Connecting to a world in a digital space.
And there it was, that friendly, teal-tinged hue,
Friendster calling, 'Come and join our crew.'

Remember profiles, crafted with such care,
The perfect photo, strategically placed there.
A little snippet of who you longed to be,
For online eyes and virtual company.

The endless scrolling through connections made,
Friends of friends of friends, a network gently laid.
That thrill of adding someone to your list,
A digital nod, a connection that would persist.

The testimonials, a public, heartfelt plea,
'You're so amazing! ' for the world to see.
Bragging rights secured in glowing earnest prose,
A digital bouquet where friendship brightly grows.

Those quirky layouts, personalized with flair,
Backgrounds that clashed, without a single care.
Music players blaring, a chosen favorite tune,
Setting the mood beneath the digital moon.

The 'Who's Viewed Me? ' a curious tempting trace,
A fleeting glimpse of a familiar face.
A little mystery, a silent peek and go,
Wondering who lingered down below.

Before the likes, the shares, the viral spree,
There was Friendster's simplicity, wild and free.
A place to connect in a gentler slower time,
Leaving digital footprints in their innocent prime.

Now other platforms gleam, with features sleek and new,
But a part of me still misses that familiar teal hue.
Friendster fading, a memory bittersweet and true,
A first taste of connection for me and maybe you.