Voyer of the Past

I log onto the Facebook site,

Safely snug in my bedroom…

Researching old acquaintances;

Their successes and their doom.

Some pose with yachts and Cadillac’s,

Grandchildren, kittens, or pugs.

Alumni post photos of old friends,

Lost to cancer, booze or drugs.

So many happy pictures,

Are staged and not quite true…

That thought reflects my fantasy;

So in love with all of you.