Empty the Mailbox

Dear postman poor you you hand over, what someone else put into that red box

you are doomed to bring the bad news

the unwelcome

the news allowing no denial

the ask for payment that needs no postponing

the advertisement showing what else you could be, which unfulfilled dreams you could possibly have

the invitation to the party you never wanted to join

the death announcement of your friend you haven’t seen for a while

the final goodbye of a contract you once concluded with all seriousness and love

Dear postman lucky you, you hand over, what someone else put into that red box

you are chosen to bring the good news

the long hoped for

the news that wants to be shared

the confirmation of payment someone put into your account

the product that you ordered being all excited about the dream that becomes reality

the invitation to the event you were longing for

the birth announcement of a baby with a bright smile

the first love letter from someone you dearly love

So, postman what you basically do is:

hand over what someone else put into that red box to meet your needs.

Dear Postman, what you do is never wrong or right.

It is - as always - a matter of perspective.