I now have a husky voice
from shouting for help
but nobody comes to my rescue
I'm empty inside and
faded outside due to rain
and harshness of the sun
the mail man no longer comes
the mail that used to feed me
is no where to be found
my owners who used to come
to me every now and then
now don't even look my way
I'm useless to them
they now embrace e-mail.
how I passionately hate e-mail
he has taken all the glory
I used to have
I am now an old useless
letterbox
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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