Sometimes my life is gauged by little windows on envelopes.

They're not very inviting or even enticing.

I'd sooner let them sit. Always typed, always neat

That should have warned me. Cold, efficient always demanding

With a pay-by-dates. Well bugger the lot of you,

I'm not jumping - you can wait.

And why is it that there are not more of you with handwriting?

Is anyone there? Does anyone care to write me a letter?

Yes, an old fashioned one - starting with Dear Keith

and signed off with, Yours Sincerely.