I look at the pile-up of emails. From my male friends, and females. Amongst the whole varied lot There is one precious one that I spot. Like a miser, I save it away To look at, later in the day When my regular work is done When I take a break from the run I savour this mail from my friend. It gives me joy without end. Who is this email from, so Blessedly dear? Wouldn’t you like to know!