Sometimes I wonder
about the old postman
who gave me a birthday present
when I was f i v e.
I wonder if he's still a postman.
I wonder if he quit or got fired.
I wonder if he liked his job.
I wonder if he wanted his job.
I wonder if he's even alive.
I wonder if he's got a family.
I wonder if he ever thinks of me.
I wonder if he moved.
I wonder a lot of things
that aren't of any
i m p o r t a n c e.
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My Lies
PoetryThe average person tells four lies a day, one-thousand, four-hundred and sixty a year, and eighty-seven-thousand and six-hundred by the age of sixty. And the most common lie is: "I'm fine." Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013/2014 - InkButterfly
