Not a Dent
When mailing a letter,
A card or a bill,
The upper left envelope
Corner I’ll fill
With a label containing
My name and address,
Which I’ve never purchased,
I have to confess.
They come in the mail
Sent by charities who
Want donations, so they
Send a present to you -
Address labels sent
In a decorative style,
With flowers or cats,
Which I’ll add to my pile.
If I live to 100,
I won’t make a dent
In the thousands of labels
That I have been sent.
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