The E-Mail Routine
Waiting for an E-Mail from you.
How long till you shoot one through?
A little antiquated, to be sure.
It is the way things always were.
I could chat with you on Facebook.
I could take a second look.
Check my phone for a text.
See if any calls came in, next.
But, the way it always is.
An E-Mail saying: This one is his.
I fight the ad’s to search for it.
I will search & never quit.
It is ‘old fashioned’ to be sure.
A way not used much, as it were.
Still it is faster than a letter.
Maybe archaic times were better.
It gave you something to look forward to.
Yet, a letter, sent from me to you.
Would take forever to be delivered.
That idea has really withered.
Not to mention the cost of stamps.
it would cost my shirt and pants.
No, an E-Mail is fine for now.
If I only receive one, somehow.
Sometimes they are like a small book.
Other times, read, with one quick look.
No matter how short or how long.
It lets me know I still belong.
Belong on your long list of friends.
Ones you write to without depends.
It doesn’t depend on if I write you first.
You will still write. It’s like a curse.
But, it is a blessing for me.
Because I finally hear from you, you see.
That gives me much pleasure and joy.
Better than getting a brand new toy.
Then I will set right down.
Peck out an answer then turn around.
Send it on its way first.
Before going to quench my thirst.
Next day there I am.
Waiting for an E-Mail again.
So it goes each and every day.
It leaves me little time to play.—R. W. Johnson—–(2015)
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