Old Mary Brings In The Mail Poem by Raj Arumugam

Old Mary
eighty and five
goes walking
in the neighbourhood;
she comes back home
with the mail
she's collected from
every mail box


"I've brought in the mail, "
says Old Mary
eighty and five
"Nobody else in this house
ever does that!
Responsibility
is missing in this house!
I'm always the one
to collect the mail! "

"But Grandma! " says little Sue
"that's mail from
our neighbourhood! "

"There's another thing
missing in this house, "
sneers Old Mary
"That's gratitude! "