TITLE: The Mailbox
By valerie chambers
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With royal purpose to fulfill
The mansion rests upon the hill.
Splendid in a pristine way
Still the beauty of its day.
Cast against a deep blue sky
It caught my gaze as I passed by.
Through iron gates I could not pass.
But I could see the fresh mowed grass.
The whole scene took my breath away
Till something caught my eye that day.
It sat upon an old dead pole.
The wind and weather had taken its toll.
Against surroundings of such beauty
The mailbox must fulfill its duty.
It was sad to watch such disarray
But I had to continue on my way.
Then I noticed it, though faded
House numbers that were antiquated.
I could not breathe, I could not cope
Because they matched my envelope.
My journey abruptly came to an end
In a mailbox I could not fix or mend.
I came to find a place to rest
But only found myself depressed.
The lavish home my mind designed
In my life I would never find.
I am just a letter you see,
But I wanted to dwell in Royalty.
©2004 Valerie Joyce Chambers
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