Mailroom
Stuff letters in
Thousand envelopes
In Bold Print Addresses
With American stamps
And sails them across the oceans
Like sending the messages to China or Africa
But really,
I don’t know where
Those important notes will go
I only know
The orangey brown envelopes
Are going down south
And across country
The mailroom
White boxes
That says, “U.S. Stamps”
Or something
I don’t remember
All I can remember
Those friendly smiles
Bad mood swings
& the grayish rainy weather
Yes it was one of those days
When the frustration and impatience just have to come out
Of the human system…….
But me, I was calm, cool
With a grin on my face
And continuing the enjoyable rainy day!
♥h
5 comments:
You little doll, you! :)
I hope tomorrow is a SUPER day!
I adore your coolness, kai
Good for you. I need some of your calm. Can you mail me some?
oh, that' another fine poem you've crafted, kai!
Good, Kai!
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