Posted by Cherelle-Renee on Saturday, May 14, 2016
He's a quiet sort
A nondescript little man
With a secret in his eye
And a hint of a smile
He carries a bag
An oversize messenger bag
It's filled up with letters
Letters to the dead
If you see him
Tip your hat
Say hello
But don't linger too long
Never know when
You might need a favor
But whence he came
And where he goes
I don't know
Oh I don't know
He's a solemn sort
With a subdued chuckle
He occasionally shares
With only himself
When he sneaks a peak
(Sometimes the dead are witty)
Just before he sets
A letter on a headstone
And tomorrow night
He'll check back
Just to see if it's
Properly vanished
Maybe there'll be a reply
Or maybe not
I'm not sure he minds
Either way
If you see him
Catch his eye
Nod politely
But don't linger too long
You never know who
Might be watching
But whence he came
And where he goes
I don't know
Oh I don't know