This Poem Is Called
You will never know what a letter can mean until
You have been where I am, or seen what I’ve seen.
I’m confined to a world, behind four walls
Where no one sees me and I receive no calls!
Even when I’m asleep I’m awakened, alarmed thinking that
My family and friends may have been harmed.
Thank Good it’s just a dream as I come to my senses.
Then I look out the window and still see all the fences.
I make it somehow throughout the whole day, waiting for mail call,
But none for me they say. Not a letter, a note or even a card.
When nobody writes, times really seem hard.
Just a little word or two to say everything’s fine, a few small words to ease my mind,
Some kind words, well wishes. Just showing you’re there
Anything to show me you care!
You still never know what a letter can mean
Until you’ve been where I am, or seen what I’ve seen…
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