What happened to the art of writing
long letters to a friend,
a lover waiting anxiously,
a beginning and an end?
Emails miss the middle bits
and all the extras, too,
but letters can be rich with words
of details through and through.
I know of some whose only kiss,
flowed from heart to pen,
on scented sheets of pale paper,
read again and again.
These letters safely tucked away
in secret backs of drawers,
are memories rich for years to come,
a journal of one’s stories.
So, if I write too much today,
forgive me if you can,
you may appreciate it more
when you’re an aging man.
Very nice. I really like this poem. E-mails are quick, but I miss the old letters.
Nothing is better than a letter. Certainly not a letter from the creditor! But what else after e-mails? Who knows. But I can tell you. The writer and the reader meet No need of letter or e-mail.. You next to each other? I love this poem. Reminds me of a lot of things. Well done Mohabeer Beeharry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
forgive me if you can, thanks, I like it.