Postcard Home (Poetry)

The news I send
is far from great
I’d add some dreams
to compensate

For life is drab
not much to say
today’s more dull
than yesterday

I’d jazz it up
with little lies
but words won’t come
it’s no surprise

Much better keep
to truth’s straight line
no more to write
except I’m fine

And rather bored
I must admit
I’m missing fun
more than a bit

So here’s the card
I promised you
I’m still alive
that’s almost true