Waiting For The Mailman


Like my loyal girl,
I sit, I stood, I wait by the doorstep,
Circumstances cut my wait short, leaving me to pout behind closed doors...

Peering from afar hoping I'd catch a glimpse of that red vehicle,
Yet my wait was left in vain but never strained,
Everyday my loyal girl and I, at the doorstep...

Where... Oh where...
Am I suppose to sit in this hot afternoon?
But faithfully at the doorstep.