I feel sorry for the pillar box
In his coat of red
With emails and the media
He rarely now gets fed
Long gone are all those busy days
When his tum was full of fun
With saucy cards from holidays
Or homely cards for mum
Easter cards were once the thing
Seem now to have fallen off
Along with cheers for passing exams
Or get well for that cough
No more for the new baby cards
Or granddad has finally gone
No one posts love letters now
To Janet, Joan or John
But worst of all is Christmas time
The busiest days of all
So very few are sent these days
But pillar box still stands tall.