Abdullah Bashir

Mailman - Poem by Abdullah Bashir

As I flip to the left,
The chickens out in the wild launched their wilderly screams,
My mind is bringing me down in the ditch,
But conscience forces me back up,
I stretch my muscles and open my eyes slowly,
I see the lovely furniture infront of me shining as the sun reflects upon it from the window,
But there is no time left,
I rush to the lounge with blind speed,
Swiftly grab my day-to-day luggage and dribble past the front door,
The children are on their way to school, I say to myself,
They wave at me with bright smiles as the schoolbus goes away,
I get on my bicycle with hopes for a handsome day,
As I look up,
The sky seems so happy,
The clouds are puzzling around eachother,
But I have came across my first consumer,
I reach for No.21 Package from the back,
And with pure skill and technique,
I launch the package like a speedy kite at the door,
It safely lands on the 'Welcome' pad,
Indeed, welcome is such a lovely word,
Today is a welcoming day for a man like me, I whisper to myself,
As I am an mailman,
With accuracy and love,
I deliver.

Topic(s) of this poem: peace

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 4, 2014

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