Mail

A Poem by Anna Moore

A poem.

It comes when you need it,
or when you least expect it.

Addressed to me, you, or a friend,
Just put it in the box and it will send!

I hope they didn’t make a mistake!
This says it’s for John DeQuake

Big one, small one, fat one too,
That one came while I was in the loo.

The truck comes everyday,
Even if children are at play.

Birthdays, anniversaries, and special days.
And the ones we all must pay.

Mail is great. Mail is fun.
Mail comes around for everyone!

Except hobos.