The Internet Poem by cheryl davis miller

It was the same old fight at the McAfee's place
between mother and daughter that day.
Start's out, ' It's time to get off of that thing'
and get out in the real world to play.'

Megan roll's her big blue eyes
click's off the p.c. and sigh's.
Mother gives a tender look
shoves her bangs out of her eyes.

She said 'I kinda grew-up on the internet.'
Megan gave her a very strange look.
'It's true' she declares, 'I'll explain it to you.'
By then Megan was on the hook.

'In my day we 'networked' on the telephone
we had a twenty party; phone line.
Each house had an individual ring tone
two longs and a short was mine.

It didn't take a genius to figure it out
just which ring belonged to who.
So listening in on other folks phone calls
always gave us something to do.

There were no secrets in those days
everyone was listening in.
Just the same as it is today with
you and your Facepage friends.

Time march's on and I soon realized,
I was squandering a lot of mine.
Sitting on your grandma's, 'Gossip bench'
listening in on the 'party line.'

I'd almost forgotten how fun it was
to go out with my friends and see a show.
I made up my mind, to stop listening in
to get up; to get out and to go.

Well nothing is new under the sun.
All's been said or done over time.
That's how I grew-up on the 'Internet'
of that old twenty party; phone line.

So don't let yourself get lost in that web.
There's a world out there passing by.
Go 'reach out and touch'; someone for real
just get up and get out; give it a try.'


c.d.m. 9-5-10