He was a gentleman's gentleman
About this, there can be no doubt,
With a heart of gold to boot
That beat to a rythm of kindness and love.
Granted, he sometimes growled like a lion,
But that was all just for show,
As from deep within exuded goodness and joy,
Which defined his true character therein.
He was a letter carrier extraordinaire
Making his daily rounds about town,
Answering questions and queries about mail
With caring, concern and humour as well.
A million stories he could tell
About things that happened here and there,
At Pipestone, Shendale or Bemberg Streets
And at many other places along the way.
An intelligent man indeed he was,
Remembering the names of all lhis customers,
As well as being able to save a buck or two,
But most importantly, he knew right from wrong.
So he left his mark on the world,
Being the good and decent person he was,
Secure in the knowledge of this,
That somehow after all, a difference, he did indeed make.
Dedication
I dedicate this work to all letter carriers, the world over, who just
try to do the best job they can do, and in the process are helping
people to communicate with each other, an extremely noble endeavour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem