The Doorbell Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Once more it rings, the doorbell
A man cannot have peace at home

When the good old postman brought
The treasures from distance with delay

When he pestered us for Diwali or New year
It was limited to him, and had its positive side

But this nameless multitude
Which brings most unimportant things

Contiuously seeking your signature
And your phone number with distrust

Is the worse alternative:
Whoever wants instant post?

I could do very well with the long interval
Between despatch and delivery: peace was in it.