A stack of letters,
Tied up, yellowed.
Inside, discussed all matters,
Now, the writers have mellowed.

These letters traveled many miles,
Carried world issues and local news.
Recipient broke into smiles,
Impatient to read the sender’s views.

Envelopes with sheets of paper inside,
Took weeks to reach its destination.
Perhaps with a matter to confide,
Or to share a family celebration.
 
The writers were sixteen,
When this pen-friendship began.
Those days were rather lean,
Today, relax they can.

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