The Love of Knowledge

Children, little more than tots,
tap with one finger on computer keys.
Fruity shapes and anime consume
the glowing screen. They share
the space with pop-up chats
and little smiley men, while I
type a fast ten fingered touch.

I comb the cyber sea for signs
of wreckage, and hope to find
survivors drift ashore a wisdom
tree. I find they frequent sites
of homework passed around
for all to see, for tidy fee.