When I was a child I had a good friend
who went to his cabin as time would lend
I remember a day when another neighbor
and I sat at our table to write him a letter.
We were barely 13 and I suggested we do this
as and act of kindness he’d remember later.
Back then when we took the time to write,
it only seemed proper and sort of just right,
to imagine that paper passing through many hands
to reach its destination having very little demands,
beyond the delivery in a private sort of manner,
saying hello from a couple of friends in the summer.
Nowadays I wonder how many people are better
without the time spent on writing that long letter.
Instead there’s a couple of keys to push to suggest,
we are putting our heart and soul into being our best
at greeting, at saying hello, at asking, how are you,
a click and the eyes are seeing words out of the blue.
I wonder if we realize the importance of our words,
when we simply throw them around in so absurd
a manner, that doesn’t allow a second thought,
just puts the notions out there – forever.
I long for a different time when I had to wait,
for the mail to arrive to see whether a mate,
had responded to my words whether they cared
or not, the physical action left me always prepared.
Today, there’s no need to ready ourselves for news,
seems we all have a hand in a quick text of the blues.
