<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419387" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Too Many Friends?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I struggle these days with my contacts<br>My brain seems to go on a tilt; <br>I've friendships coming out of my earholes<br>My address book is full to the hilt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it's not that I'm feeling unsocial<br>Believe me, I used to be chuffed; <br>But I'm now at the stage where I'm worried<br>In case I'm ignored or rebuffed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It used to be so very simple<br>Your colleagues at work, and your kin; <br>Your mates in the pub - a few others<br>But things are now up in a spin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My time, surreptitiously stolen, <br>By Myspace, Facebook and Twitter; <br>By phoning and mailing and texting<br>And I'm now sick to death of E-litter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There ain't enough room in my folders<br>My memory stick is now full; <br>It's time for a new bigger hard-drive<br>Or I'll soon be in need of a cull.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But how many friends can I handle? <br>(I often forget my own name!) <br>I care not for chance reputation<br>I have no desire for E-fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I think I'll go back to beginnings<br>Leaving all my E-friends to their fates; <br>I've shut down the blasted computer<br>And I'm off to the pub with my mates.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Carter+Brown">John Carter Brown</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419387" data-title="Too Many Friends? de John Carter Brown" data-description="I struggle these days with my contacts My brain seems to go on a tilt; I've friendships coming out of my earholes My address book is full to the hilt. And it's not that I'm feeling unsocial Believe me, I used to be chuffed; But I'm now at the s..."></div> </div> </div>

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