I don’t bring the bills
I bring the stuff
I huff puff huff
With your treadmill
I walk with a brisk
I don’t lump on a log
I play with your dog
And hand you a Zappo’s
I don’t mess around
I parcel on top
Stop after stop
And leave before you answer
I watch your kids grow
Every time I wave
Their smiles I save
And tap tap my horn
I bring your meds
For you I pray
Wish I could stay
Thanks for the cookie
I am out in it
Snow rain wind shine
Warm most of the time
Because my mom dressed me
(I always say)
I turn the wheel
The wheels turn
And I yearn
To satisfy as I brown around
UPS is where I work and I don’t clown around (most of the time), I Brown around.
nice...we are very thankful for our UPS man...thanks for bringing love to the lives of many...in your brown...nice one shot...
ReplyDeleteIt's a good one, Jerry. I liked not being exactly sure where it was going until toward the end.
ReplyDeleteI loved the mystery unravelling as I read, Jerry. "Because my mom dressed me" had me smiling even as I was trying to figure out just who you were. I enjoyed this so much!
ReplyDeleteFor a second I was excited because you were talking about the postal carrier.
ReplyDeleteCan you write a "blue" poem about the mailman?
nice - so you wrote a workplace poem as well..smiles
ReplyDeleteWonderful write and tribute to your work...I used to work for your competition (keep delivering great writes)....blessings bkm
ReplyDeleteI turn the wheel and the wheels turn...
ReplyDeleteamen,
love the lines.