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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.
Copyright ©
Joe Flach
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