Went to buy a greeting card
After what felt ages
And witnessed some geriatrics
Suffering from life in various stages
Some were lying there in ruin
With covers either torn or misplaced
Dogeared and wrinkled with crease
A pale shadow of what once they were
Some had a layer of dust on them
Sharing an emotion to which no one subscribes
In an age where a birthday wish is just an HBD
And a festive greeting is just a forward
Who goes to the card shop to select and buy?
For a long time I didn't
And now when I want to
I can't
