Trinity of message boxes // flags waving in the air
Words in an envelope // pictures on a card
Eagerly awaited from loved ones near and far
Post straight and tall // boxes shiny and new
Mailman comes by daily dropping off the news
Just like me the times have changed…
Very few messages of love or concern
Mostly junk mail playing on what we yearn
Post out of plumb // boxes rusting // now resting on the wall
It’s a different world of bites and bits
Sailing through glass on fiber optics
No need for writing // printing is just fine
Messages in an instant in that virtual mailbox
That never falls and never rusts
Saved on a cloud for a rainy day
Imaginary mail // perhaps a printout
Only memories now of the glory days // left to rust
In that trinity of boxes // on a post // leaning on the wall
Only a matter of time till they meet their demise
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Roth Poetry 
Nice writing. So true. I wonder at what age people won’t understand the flags waving in the air reference. Lol. 👌🏻
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Probably sooner that we might think! Thanks!
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