For Pat

This is for my friend Pat
who is feeling a bit low

I just wanted to say a few words
just to let you know

All through your times of trouble
When at times you are in despare

I will always be here to listen
Your problems you can share

At times when you are feeling down
There is always an answer to be found

There are not many things that i can do
But i am always here to listen to you

A funny joke i will tell, one or two
In the hope i bring some cheer to you

I try to save you money,
advise you what to buy

I would even stand on my head
if it meant you would not cry

I will wrap my arms around you
And give you such a hug

And make you a cuppa...
In your favourite mug

Most times we get together
we really have a giggle

Until i laugh so much
and have to have a piddle

We painted your bathroom together
We really are a pair

Then i bent down to talk to you
And got peach paint all in my hair

If i hear of any bargains
I always let you know

Then off to the shop you pop
In wind or rain or snow

I think i will end here now
I have so much more to say

So i will wait until i see you
I will be round next Tuesday
Love Rita xx

(c) R.Rolls

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.

With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.

We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.

We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In Palace we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.

We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.

Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.

Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.

The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.

We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.

Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.