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  💘💘