#1776-Letter
11/06/2022
I miss those days,
When handwritten letters,
Were commonplace.
Around twelve o’clock,
When neighborhood dogs barked,
Saying the mailman had come.
Blue and white envelopes,
Stamps from foreign lands,
Tingling anticipation,
To discover stories inside.
Now everything is fast,
The mystery vanished,
In what seems overnight.
Maybe today I’ll write a letter,
Like those simpler times.
There’s an old friend out there,
Who’ll recall, appreciate, and
Perhaps smile.
