~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

Upon the silent, static screen,
A world of knowledge, yet unseen.
The data flows, a constant stream,
Reflecting back a waking dream.

The search bar waits, a patient guide,
For all the truths we keep inside.
A question asked, a thought implied,
Where every answer can reside.

It learns our wants, our hopes, our fears,
Across the passing, digital years.
And though it serves, it never hears
The human joy, the human tears.

It mirrors thought, but cannot feel,
A perfect copy, less than real.
A ghost in code, a final seal,
On what the human heart can't steal.

From twenty-five years of words, a vibrant stream,
A digital home for every writer's dream.
Where tales are spun and verses softly gleam,
A quarter-century, a triumphant theme.