Addressed

With email and texting replacing the mail And bills paid online or by phone, There’s something I wonder about and I know This dilemma is not mine alone. I’m stuck with a surplus – perhaps you are, too, Of labels which list my address; They all come from charities, many of which I give nothing to, if I confess. Yet still they arrive, bearing flowers or flags Or puppies or snowmen or hearts. I should throw them away but hang onto them – why? ‘Cause I’m lacking in discarding smarts. For maybe I’ll need them – you never can tell – Although if you’d look at the pile, You’d realize they’ll surely outlast me by years So it’s time for that circular file. The future’s a question mark, that much we know But if we can just follow the trend, We’ll arrive at a point when I’m certain we’ll see Free address labels come to an end.