Friends

I found another four friends today

But I don’t know a thing about them

I made another two yesterday

So I just had to add them

I couldn’t tell you what they like?

Or even which town where they reside

Of their Country I am suitably vague

If it’s this planet? I sure can’t say

I don’t know if they’re thin or tall

I don’t know if they’re fat or small

And should they even call?

I wouldn’t know their voice at all

I don’t know what clothes they wear

Or even the colour of their hair

Sure, I can see a photograph

But is it someone having a laugh?

A friend keeps sending jokes

and silly questions, like do I smoke?

I would have known If I was on fire

and I would smell my burnt attire

I wrote a comment the other day

I’m not sure If I wrote it right?

But who cares if night is day?

and who knows if black is white?

Behind a screen you do not know

what is going on out there

Are there still people in this world?

and does anyone really care?

We walk around with our heads chopped off

our thoughts spewed all over a screen

What I had for dinner, breakfast ,tea?

what sort of weather this night has seen?

We pass comment wherever we go

to lots of people we do not know

As if it really mattered at all?

what’s the state of my meatballs?

So I go into hospital today

will you send me flowers my way

they look lovely, but they don’t smell right?

the camera pictures far too bright.

Will you stop by my friends and call?

Spend some time,so I can see you all

Would even know who’s me?

That you’ve come to see?

Rod Macfarlane

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