Its only a postcard, is it worth all your tears
when the person who sent it,
has been gone all those years
could be from a father, a sister, or son
its only a postcard sent from someone who's gone
Its only a postcard, yet it cuts like a knife
cause the person who sent it is, no longer part of your life
you thought you'd forgotten, but the memory lives on
its only a postcard sent from someone who's gone.
Its only a postcard, is it worth all your pain?
Will the person who sent it come back home again?
Push all those worries to the back of your mind.
Its only a postcard, and its not even signed.
Its only a postcard and its so hard to tell
to know if their happy or their doing well
Its only a postcard,
I share your distress, they signed it with love
but no return address.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a nice write, Keith brown. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks