I slip the mail through the door
the looks they give
             show they abhor
What junk now.... Bills you can keep
I just want to go home and weep
As I walk by
            the only ones pleased to see
Are the dogs, looking for a bone to gnaw
               or a meal for free
Once the van in red
was greeted like a friend.... a father
Now I sometimes wonder
        Why I even bother.