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The Post Box
Dear friends,
The post box holds our dreams,
our hopes, our ambitions, our worries,
It take messages to far off places,
pays bills, consoles loved ones
in foreign parts.
Once inside, that little envelope
cannot be withdrawn or cancelled,
it will fly off in the arms of the
Royal Mail to its destination,
quickly, efficiently.
Thousands like it,
little white envelopes,
little brown envelopes,
small and large and buff
envelopes
and a few small boxes
squeezed into that red pillar box
where dreams slumber
and worries fester
and gifts glitter.
Dear George,
My most precious friend, I'm so sorry for you loss
Dear Sir,
I'm happy to accept the position
Dear Ann,
I'm so sorry I won't be able to come
Dear Mum,
I'll be home for Christmas
Dear Tom,
Please accept my condolences
Dear Jane,
I feel it's time for me to retire
Dear Santa,
So many messages, so many lives……..
poem
by
Ruth Walters
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