" OUR RUSTY OLD MAILBOX "
In this world of instant messages
Where every thing moves so fast
Stands a rusty old mailbox
Like a monument to our past
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Oh it's still being used
It collects bills and fliers
Usually from people wanting money
Or hoping to attract new buyers
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These people don't know me
Not the person I really am
I suppose their advertisements
Are just really a stone age spam
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But I do remember a time
It was in the days of old
When that rusty old mailbox
Seemed more priceless than gold
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For it contained letters from loved ones
Sometimes packages from afar
Some were scented with perfume
Or were bright and shiny like a star
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It was sort of like magic
It could make your heart race
Could it be bad news
Or something blessed with grace
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And if you were a kid
You took great pride
When you finally grew tall enough
To open its door and look inside
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But like so many things
Time seems to have passed it by
Our letters now go unanswered
And we ask ourselves why
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It's because in this day of computers
Communications travel with a gush
People have grown impatient
They're always in such a rush
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With instant messages and cell phones
Communicating with e-mails and text
The world is in such a hurry
You wonder what will come next
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But sometimes things are so old
They suddenly seem brand new
So lets all write a letter
And surprise someone out of the blue
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Lets polish up that old mailbox
And start a brand new fad
Write a letter to a friend
And recapture the magic we had !!
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Robert Pledger©
7/7/09