John the postman
is a cheerful chap
although
he once hurt his back

He brings the mail
dead on time
whether it's wet
or whether it's fine

He trundles along
in his little red van
and he's always there
to help if he can

The  leaves  now  saying
a  sad  farewell.

To  the  trees  they
have  adorned  so  well.

Yes,  autumn  glory  is  here.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2017.

Each one of us could use a change
Though most would never say
When it comes to happiness
Our pride gets in the way
We wave and nod, and smile and pose
Pretending all's ok
And if we live our lives just right
It will come to us someday
But what if someday never comes?
At what point do we say
"I think it's time for me to stop
Getting in my own way"