Ode to Joey
(in the same rhythm as "Ode to Joy")
1
She remembered when she saw him.
Birds were chirping; it was spring.
Smiling shyly as he handed
Over mail he’d always bring.
2
Seasons came and seasons went by
Bashfulness had slipped away.
The youthful mailman still delivered;
And she waited every day.
3
Her life was empty, fantasizing
For a prince to rescue she.
Dressing fine for daily visits
From the man she longed to see.
4
Then one day she saw the ring placed
On his finger, cast in gold.
Heart submerging; dreams demolished;
Suddenly she felt so old.
5
Seasons come and seasons go by.
Faithfully the mailman came.
Youthfulness, a passing kindness;
Aging? Just a waiting game.
6
One day Joey rang her doorbell.
No one answered that spring day.
Later, as he read the paper,
He saw that she passed away.
7
Joey’s daughter brought him tissues,
Asking why he beared such pain.
Wiping tears, he then released a
Story he would now explain.
8
It was ‘cause of dear, sweet Emma;
Shining eyes reminded of
Kindness in his own dear mother;
Memories and missing love.
9
Seasons happen, then they pass by
Smiles, at times, replace a pout.
Joey went to work the next day
Pleading for another route.
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