I Do Not Understand

I do not understand it, nor can I say about it, Will they forget to write with pen and paper some day, Come that some day, When I shall tell you, What I had before? Now the time is come And they like not to write letters, Write and post them and drop down into the mail-boxes Meant for these, Nor do the post-men take care of to deliver most urgently. What a day has come, You say it to me; You say it to me, Will they forget to write, Will letter-writing turn into a dead art? Now they write not on paper With the pen, Fold not the inland letter cards nor the envelopes To close and seal it with the gum, Write the name and address of the recipient With the sender’s name and address As these will take their time And they have no time to think and recollect. And with a change in time and temperament, I find then all silently Clicking the computer mouse, not the rat mouse To type it digitally and to post it magically To the sender in no time And the message comes, It’s delivered And these are reaching of course.