hail so strong you chest feels the might of the cold,
rain so frequent its like your crying with long tear,
sun so bright it makes you smile all mornin,
engine sounds almost defen your eardums but free your hair to
glide within the wind,
letters wet leters dry parcels so big return them home,
long hours of work and pain in the legs but still you go on,
on and on like the warriors of past,
but yet you go on for your jobs almost done,
no more smiles no more crying no more wind ,
just the sound of your snoring on the pillow,
now your day is completed time to start new tomorrow mornin.