There is a man who works in the post office
And everyone feels sorry for him
He is old
And slumps in his chair
But he always smiled at everyone
He hands them their mail
And says have a good day
And he’ll help you with the package
If you made a mistake
I often wonder
If he has anyone
To go home to
I see him every week
When I drop off work letters
And I’ve never once asked him
About his whole life
Has he always been the old man in the post office
Does someone love him
I think about it every time I’m there
And instead, we talk about the weather
And he smiles at me
And I think he wants me to ask
I think he has a story to tell
But I hand in my letters
And say
Tomorrow
I will.
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Do it! Tomorrow may be too late ??
Echoing what mumstheword said. Do it. This is an interesting issue. We seem to get into a kind of social inertia, and it becomes natural to not interact in certain ways even when we feel we should.
This is what we do. Always think that there will be a tomorrow. Good poem.
Don’t wait for tomorrow, It never comes as I think, Go head Now.
Cheers,
Excellent and a very recognizable twist.
Enjoyed this much. Thanks for sharing.
thank you 🙂
Do it, before you regret not doing it.
An amazing read nonetheless.
I love this so much. Very thought provoking, there are loads of people I want to connect with deeper but something holds me back X
love your style!
Our ‘stories’ are enriched by others’ stories. I would love to hear what he has to say in a follow-up blog. Your and my lenses of how we see the world are very similar, I think. Very intriguing! Keep me posted, please.
Please do it! His story will be meaningful and you’ll always wonder. People have no idea how much caring to ask means to older folks.
I like your article, very inspiring and thank you for your post
I rather enjoyed this. It reminds of a very short post I made about my own future, and is very similar.
really like your blog the stories are amazing
thank you 🙂
The everlasting desire.
I am reminded of a poem which I am sharing. I am not too sure who wrote it but seems that it is by Charles Towne:
“Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
“Tomorrow” I say! “I will call on Jim
Just to show that I’m thinking of him”,
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
“Here’s a telegram sir,” “Jim died today.”
And that’s what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.”
How many gifts are never open, waiting till tomorrow?
Yeah.. That’s right. I am reading all your posts now because they are just like a chocolate box..once you open it.. You can’t have just one.. Haha 😛
haha thank you!
I didn’t want to use the word “addictive” because it kinda sounds negative so, I just prefferd a metaphor instead.. A stupid one though 😛
not at all, addictive is what I’m going for lol
Aye captain! 😛