Non-Volatile Memory

Here I shall for a time abide,
To exchange a thought or rhyme
With others from far and wide,
Who call to pass the time.

I'm greeted with a hug or smile,
Sincere ones, or so I believe.
Perhaps I'll stay to chat a while,
Or answer my mail and leave.

When my computer is powered down
All trace, all evidence is lost.
I reminisce with a smile or frown
And ask, "Was there benefit or cost?"

Though my time online might seem in vain
Enduring friendships and memories remain.



The Aerie


Copyright © 1991 Richard E. Pichowsky