In the days of the future which passed without incident

There have been times when blessings have come and sent

Me into higher plateaus where much extended assessment

Has been made about the beauty of my life in this tent



In which we live with all the base pleasures of life

And the days do come and go without very much strife

Until one decides at once to connect to the Net World

In the hope of finding like minds whose lives do unfurl



In a similar way to the structure by which we dangle

Without aggravation of an environment which strangles

By attaching itself to our minds, bodies, and even souls

And in doing so, accelerates the process of getting old 



And so we search, focused on this one steady, enviable goal

Intent on finding great Love somewhere in corners of it all

And then - just as we come face to face with this good toll

As tips of fingers reach out to virtually touch another soul

                                                  

There is an interruption which breaks our solid connection

And we find ourselves back at home base where jettisoned

As the beat of our heart doubles or triples its rhythm

And we fume so - for something not under our control 

                                    has created mayhem ...



- Tristram