The Mail Man
The Mail Man
Outside in the dark of desolation there is a hero that shines through
Scattered clouds block the vision of a driver delivering things
A service man of sorts living from pay check to pay check
A kind gentle friend with whom you have grown to depend
With letters that need to go it's the sorted evening flow
Mark the one willing to explore hence the opened door
They carry there mail in hand to deliver in frightening situations
They may need a rest on a long awaited vacation
Just look inside your mail carriers frame their not insane some people claim
Getting mobbed by dogs that hustle there deliveries
Yelled at by old ladies who live in the city
The mail man has a unique job in which they have chosen
To cruise around in their little love bug perhaps is the solution
What a time they have sorting the letters it's a crying shame
There always in a hurry so what is the big worry
Traveling in the back roads under cover wearing blue
Perhaps they have bitten off far more then they could chew
The mail man is a sensitive kind of dude who is always in the mood
For tall tales or stories on the job in such a hurry
Let's thank God we have such a daily friend with whom you can depend
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2016
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