I confess I have some reservation

‘Bout the dying art of conversation

Am I just a dying breed

Who thinks a text, a Tweet, a Facebook feed

Can’t replace a good long chat

With a kindred spirit that

You want to talk to all day through

Because you share a point of view

Or ponder, argue, contemplate

So you set the records straight

A mail sent to a lifelong friend

Can confuse or worse, offend

And simply cannot take the place

Of a banter, face to face.