The rattle of the letterbox,
the barking of the rattled dog,
the drum roll of anxious steps;
the sounds of the early morning round.
The tearing of the envelope,
the scrunching of discarded junk,
the sighing towards this months bills,
and yet that golden ticket waits.
Disappointed by the postman,
you're left lingering by the door
and that thing that you're waiting for
will have to arrive another day.
The cycle continues all week,
we expect the things which won't come
but one day I will get good news;
I'm still waiting for that day to come.
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