Mailbox Today
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Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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Every house
Down the street
Has a mailbox
Each so unique.
Mailman opens
Delivers mail
Receiver picks
At a later time.
In my daily walk
I seem to note
Every mailbox
Looking sad.
Letters no more
Are frequent
And delivery's
Now curtailed.
Electronic age
Has ushered in
Mail's email
In the desktop.
Writing letter
A forgotten art
Only used for
Business act.
Letters written
Recorded memories
Always remained
For generations.
Will those days
Ever come back?
Will the mailbox
Smile again?
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