The Mailman

Postcard from Aunt Josie She's in Colorado Springs If it ain't in an envelope I read everything Yellowstone was wonderful And we left Cheyenne last night Love and see you soon I'm running out of room tonight I'm a man of letters, good times and the bad I can see the future through my letter bag No wind or sleet or rain Or snow upon the ground Can keep this lonesome courier From his appointed rounds Notice of foreclosure, Monday afternoon Mrs. Edwards mailbox will be Someone else's soon Ninety eight degrees one day she came with lemonade What's the worst could happen If I wait 'til Saturday I'm a man of letters, good times and the bad I can see the future through my letter bag No wind or sleet or rain Or snow upon the ground Can keep this lonesome courier From his appointed rounds Fast as August passes Like little weeds they grow Tricycle comes flying up the drive to say Hello Tricycles to bicycles and then before you know College letters saying yeah and others saying no I'm a man of letters, good times and the bad I can see the future through my letter bag No wind or sleet or rain Or snow upon the ground Can keep this lonesome courier From his appointed rounds Birthdays and condolences And cards at Christmastime Crooked cursive letters From another place and time Then one day you notice No one writes her anymore She slipped up to heaven Through the mail slot in the door I'm a man of letters, good times and the bad I can see the future through my letter bag No wind or sleet or rain Or snow upon the ground Can keep this lonesome courier From his appointed rounds She still gets the circulars From all her favorite stores And the mailers with the discounts For refinishing her floors Automatic correspondence to a mother on and on Heartlessly remind them every day That she is gone Wedding invitations always make me smile Cordially invited to tomorrow for a while Groom and bride a dream inside A pretty envelope Empty mailbox waits for me to fill her up with hope I'm a man of letters, good times and the bad I can see the future through my letter bag No wind or sleet or rain Or snow upon the ground Can keep this lonesome courier From his appointed rounds