Ode to the Newspaper Man

 

Here’s to someone I wouldn’t want to be

A person I’ve never met and never get to see

His job is one we come to expect

But one we don’t appreciate enough when I reflect

While we are all snuggled down deep in our beds

With snow and ice falling, those things everyone dreads

He must be out there driving all around

Delivering the newspaper all over town

Unlike the postman who comes in day light

The paper man must do his job in the middle of the night

I’m always amazed when I see it on the ice

And just to go and get it, I have to think twice

So I lift my glass to him before I take a sip

And this month when I pay him, I’ll give a good tip

 

                                                            — Sandy Tugwell