Gerald the Writer

Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!

Posted on October 13, 2010 by Jerry

I don’t bring the bills

I bring the stuff

I huff puff huff

With your treadmill

I walk with a brisk

I don’t lump on a log

I play with your dog

And hand you a Zappo’s

I don’t mess around

I parcel on top

Stop after stop

And leave before you answer

I watch your kids grow

Every time I wave

Their smiles I save

And tap tap my horn

I bring your meds

For you I pray

Wish I could stay

Thanks for the cookie

I am out in it

Snow rain wind shine

Warm most of the time

Because my mom dressed me

(I always say)

I turn the wheel

The wheels turn

And I yearn

To satisfy as I brown around

UPS is where I work and I don’t clown around (most of the time), I Brown around.

Brian Miller on October 13, 2010 at 3:19 am said:

>nice…we are very thankful for our UPS man…thanks for bringing love to the lives of many…in your brown…nice one shot…

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Glynn on October 13, 2010 at 4:28 am said:

>It's a good one, Jerry. I liked not being exactly sure where it was going until toward the end.

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TALON on October 13, 2010 at 4:55 am said:

>I loved the mystery unravelling as I read, Jerry. "Because my mom dressed me" had me smiling even as I was trying to figure out just who you were. I enjoyed this so much!

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David Rupert on October 13, 2010 at 3:05 pm said:

>For a second I was excited because you were talking about the postal carrier. Can you write a "blue" poem about the mailman?

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Claudia on October 13, 2010 at 6:02 pm said:

>nice – so you wrote a workplace poem as well..smiles

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signed...bkm on October 14, 2010 at 1:02 am said:

>Wonderful write and tribute to your work…I used to work for your competition (keep delivering great writes)….blessings bkm

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Jingle on October 17, 2010 at 3:30 pm said:

>I turn the wheel and the wheels turn…amen,love the lines.

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