The simple joy that one can find
In writing on a card from time to time
As my heart gets poured out
And the fancy pen I use leaves a stain when closed
Its hard to wonder if this tradition will remain the same
As our world becomes ever more digital
Can I express thought freely with a signal?
Will the Hallmark shop I found randomly in an obscure place withstand this digital revolt?
Or will the death of retail
Lead to the death of writing
Yet still I am here blowing on inky flicks and writing quirks
I\'d say cards will go down fighting!