No Mail Today

 

Forty years in that factory

He worked every day

I never heard him complain

That was not his way

He's been gone now fifteen years

But it seems like yesterday

We were in that front porch swing

And there's no mail today

 

We filled our house full of kids

And tried to raise ‘em up straight and strong

Just like my Daddy did

Now they've got families of their own

And I find there's too much time

To think about yesterday

Looks like that postman's run

But there's no mail today

 

            So fly away sweet bird of youth

            You're here and then you're gone

            And winter is the hardest time

            To be alone

 

There's a new family on the block

They moved in yesterday

I heard he works at the factory

And she's got another on the way

My next door neighbor Martha Lou Jones

Moved into the nursing home

She'll be better off they say

And there's no mail today

 

            So fly away sweet bird of youth

            You're here and then you're gone

            And winter is the hardest time

            To be alone

 

 

                                                            Don Tolle

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