by Kevin…
Oh Mailbox, standing in front of the house trusted and true.
More than 20 years I looked out my window and I saw you.
Each day you greeted us with mostly good news.
For the bills that kept coming, I never blamed you.
Sturdy and weathered you stood strong by the street.
until my daughter ran over you and turned you in to a pile of concrete.
Sorry about that and thanks for the memories, so bittersweet!
