The Postman

Do you know the postman?

Has he been on by?

With a bag of letters

That says when you will die.

No, he’s not the normal man

Who brings the mail around.

This postman is a shadow

And floats inches off the ground.

He delivers pretty parchment

With fresh wax seals.

He’ll leave it on your doorstep

Then turn on his heels.

So if you see this postman

There’s nothing you can do.

He’ll only give the letter,

He won’t actually harm you.

But are you brave to open

The post that tells your doom?

I’m sure the postman understands

That he dispatches gloom.