Dear postman poor you you hand over, what someone else put into that red box
you are doomed to bring the bad news
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.