Remember how it used to be, when we would go outside, and hang out with folks in person? But now we stay inside.
We used to write each other letters, with paper, pen and ink. Once delivered you would read it, then write back with what you think.
And remember in the old days, when you could just be "out"? And things could wait for your return, there was never any doubt.
But now if we're unreachable, then something must be wrong. 'Cos everything is urgent, our time to us does not belong.
Well I don't know bout the rest of you, but I miss the olden days. They used to be less stressful, better in many ways.
So I think I'll turn my cellphone off, and shut my Facebook down. Write letters to those friends of mine who don't live in this town
But I think my plan might hit a snag there's something that I lack I don't know where these people live and they probl'y wont write back
So I guess I have a choice to make tell me, what would you do? Would you give your address to me, so I could write to you?
ŠA Thomas Hawkins 2010 http://poetryinprogress.com
The Community Poetry Project The creation of a handwritten poetry compilation featuring poems from poets around the world. For full details visit http://cheaperthantherapy.net