No pen, no paper no envelopes
no postmen walk this way –
There isn’t a tomorrow
no news of yesterday,
No bulb within the desk lamp
no music left to hear –
All quiet on the water front
the bars all void of cheer,
Street lamps cast no shadows
the lost no longer roam
The losing team is on the bus
so silent - heading home,
A scarf left on the bleachers
half covered by the snow
No letters in the mail today
there’s no one left I know.
1 comment:
Well then, time to make new friends. But I would blame it on the postage cost! USPS - Bah Humbug. Better learn to text.
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