Monday 28 February 2011

Wreckognise

Day after day
he walks the same way
holding lives in his hand.
Week after week
refusing to speak
he provides those who demand.
Year after year
he still keeps his cheer
though few can understand.

Posting letters from door to door
yet his job never seems to bore,
learning the secrets of the receivers,
but his hard work they all ignore
his pain from sending bills to the poor
or sending condolences to grievers.

People can’t see
the skill of his work,
people don’t recognise
how he feels free
whilst still feeling hurt
from the looks in their eyes
as if debris
of ignorance and despise.

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