Post Office
Waiting is my short suit
Many chores await
Everyone moves slowly
Is this to be my fate?
I only have a question
Transaction should conclude
I just need a minute
It'll brighten up my mood
I've lived sixty plus three years
I recall people caring
We'd better train the younger ones
Or waiting we'll be sharing
I wonder how many years
Being patient I have spent
While workers chat, take phone calls
Post office’s main lament
Copyright © Denise Hengeli | Year Posted 2012
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