Tag: letter

It’s time to hang your hat, sir.

Your work has come to an end.

I’ll miss the hand waves and the bells

of a much beloved friend.

Seeing you early each morning

counting out the coloured cards

placing them through each letterbox

with a smile, wink and kind regards.

Rain or shine, you were always there

the glue that held the villages

together with paper and ink

and postcards of flowery bridges.

But, the wheels of time push progress

and you have been found wanting.

Time, she has made you redundant

and so Death has begun knocking.

It’s time to hang up your hat, sir.

Your work has come to an end.

We’ll remember you in our scrapbooks

and label you, a long lost friend.

 

Poem was inspired by an article in The Age: Are you ready to abandon snail mail?