Mail Man Poem by Phil Soar

There's a mail man around here who looks like he's lost
He puts post behind bins, no matter the cost,
And when we're not home, he looks like he's confused
Like a person possesed who has just been abused

He is missing sometimes, and does not show for days
And when he returns, seems like he is just dazed
Then he stands by our door and becomes agitated
Like a human balloon that's just been deflated

Maybe it his job that determines his mood,
Like he wants to come in, but doesn't intrude,
He wanders the streets, and then leaves when he's done,
And nobody misses him, when he has gone.