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old mail box
battered
scraped
dents in its door
open to the cold wind
the blowing snow
birds try to make
nests here
lizards hide
in dark crevices
how sad a face
on this weathered mail box
standing so forlorn
like a panhandler
on a dreary street corner
yet it has
a certain pride displayed
an American flag tacked
to its rusty side
a small touch of cheer
it waves in the wind
the flag says I'm here still
standing strong
broken holder of
yesterday's news
stuffed with
out of date circulars
crass pleas for cash
hold on
while you can
remind us of our past
we still trek out to you
like an old friend who needs attention
who has earned our affection
not giving up on you
still keeping faith
still expecting
the unexpected.
© d.knape
November 24, 2015
More "Once Upon A Line" - Light verse
and poetry by d.knape
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