Empty Mailboxes

The empty mailbox used to sit Outside our houses by the road; Now it’s on our PC’s And can hold a larger load. Instead of visiting it once each day, Hopeful of mail there to find, We check it now, every hour; It plays games with our minds. The disappointment used to be When bills was all we got; Now we weed through piles of spam, But what we want – we find not. Replies can come instantly, Instead of having to wait a week; Yet I do not see what I’m waiting for Every other minute I take a peek. They say that technology Is an advancement for mankind; I think that it being an anchor In the end is what they’ll find. So instead of sitting here checking my mail, Hopeful of that email you might send, I am turning off my PC And getting off of my rear end. Instead I’ll take a nice long walk Down my driveway that never ends, And say hello to a once dear pal, The empty mailbox, my old friend.