Or postcard from a distant shore
But email this pure pleasure kills
The art of writing is no more.
Invoices still make their way
Proof positive the postman's been
But adverts I just throw away
Such paperwork is lean and mean.
Who now writes with pen and ink?
Collecting stamps a bygone fad
We type as fast as we can think
Mistakes are legion – lax is bad.
I buck the trend and still send mail
And choose with care a birthday card
I like to leave a paper trail
Is the personal touch so hard?
Yesterday a postcard came;
Handwritten, it was such a treat
I live in hopes of more the same
Long live the postman's happy feet!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
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