This is a poem that i wrote in school days, there was this old Mailman who use to bring us letters, wrapped in a smile on his face. His dedication and love for his work always amazed me. So i dedicate this poem to all those Mailmen who still continue to work so hard and bring us letters, wrapped in a smile on his face.
Mr.Maggy has grown with grey hairs,
But his feelings he never shares
He’s always eager to see the new one (letter),
because he’s always there, with his work done.
He always checks the mailbox,
As he works like an Ox,
He’s always eager to send the messages,
Though he’s working for ages.
He has a got heart like sea,
Where there’s place for all equally.
Rarely he takes a afternoon rest,
And gives to thee his best.