Ode to my mailbox
By Lauren of room 213
Oh mailbox you are so small,
Yet so full of great opportunities.
But why must you remain empty?
Every day I come to see you
With joy in my heart
And a smile on my face.
But there you sit, staring at me.
As I turn the key,
I open the door
To see what letters are waiting—
But I just stare at your
You perplex me, mailbox.
You offer such lovely notes
But only at your convenience.
Why must you torture me mailbox?
Why must you force me to trudge,
Trudge back to my room with a heavy heart
Empty-handed and alone.
I hate you mailbox!
I hate you with the burning fire of a thousand suns,
And yet, I love you Mailbox.
I love the joy you bring me with one sweet note.
I love the feeling of hope you bring me,
The way your walls light up with every stamp and return label.
The precious moments go by
The ticking of the clock—a loud reminder of the seconds
I’ve wasted away
So please mailbox,
Please bring cheer to my life.