I thought of this old poem today, and figured perhaps some of you would be able to relate to it in one way or another. It's interesting to note that the AOL chat room that inspired this poem is a thing of the past; but I think it applies to any chat room, message board, or group of people.
I LEARNED IT IN THE CHAT ROOM
June 7, 2002
I’m older and I’m wiser since I found the Internet.
I've been three years in chat rooms, and I still have no regrets.
Alhough I’ve met some phonies and some people that pretend,
I wouldn’t take a million for my few close “cyber friends”,
When insults are delivered and the innuendoes fly,
I’ve learned to just ignore them and to let them pass me by,
For life is like a chat room: although I've been often burned,
I thank God for the good times, and the many lessons learned.
Some folks hint for money. Some just want my sympathy.
Several are my dearest friends, while some look down on me.
I’ve seen people dying, and some hypochondriacs.
A few are loving to your face, then stab you in the back.
I’ve learned, in the chat room, how to closely guard my heart;
I've learned to not respond when they’re tearing me apart.
I don’t fret over hateful ones, and what they have to say:
These are lessons learned that I am using every day.
I learned in the chat room how to cope with testy folks.
I try and understand the ones that live by “different strokes”.
I’ve learned, no matter how I try, I can’t please everyone,
But if I have a few good friends, I know I'll have some fun.
So whether I’m at work, or Church, or walking on the street,
I never get too flustered by the folks I chance to meet.
I’ve seen enough to know that those old tables can be turned,
And I just smile and thank God for these chat room lessons learned!