I wonder if every post office Has cheerful workers like mine. They buoy my spirit even When I need to stand in line. They're patient when the boxes Pile up, Or a patron loses his cool. They deal with the situation Without making him look Like a fool. Even when the air conditioner Is broken for weeks on end, They carry on with the fans Blowing strong and their Smiles say, "Welcome friend." They're Nina, Cinni, Serene, and Kim, And others I can't name. I'll pen them a poem to lift them up And express my hearty acclaim. Thank You Friends! |