emails

Where’re I come, where’re I go
A dabbling steam of emails flow
In and out, to friend and foe
Ads for pills and weight loss all come in a lump
Hasten the deletion of all such junk
Twisting the ways of routers so trained
Delivering delightful and disastrous note
From loading out to the world wide
web they weave their way
Wending to the inbox end
But if reply then back out they fly
In journey ne’er complete
They talk to all they meet
But letters burned correspondence condemned
No saving, eventually all forgot
Deleted without a thought
So our lives on email rely
Yet fade too on digital ocean of time
Fleeting all, naught to turn sublime