We’d stand in this red metal box
to make a simple phone call.
No matter the time or the season
even freezing our all and all.
And if our love did not answer
we parted gloomy and blue.
For all, we wanted to tell them,
“I was thinking of you.”
But now times are like magic
the worlds at our beck and call.
Ahah with no pun intended
no gap, no worry at all.
To reach a love in seconds
unless they’ve been called away.
And set in their own little box
for eternity, where they will stay…
by Del Bates 💘💘