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.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
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.
