I see him struggling up the hill,

Ten minutes later he’s struggling still.

It’s icy under foot and snow is falling.

Doing a job in weather that’s appalling,

Regardless he retains a cheery outlook.

He’s indeed one of a kind in my book.

Always the same time, always polite,

Tells me if he think’s it’ll rain tonight.

Happy to chew the cud for a while,

Says cheerio and leaves with a smile.

In his shorts whatever the weather,

But never seen him go hell-for-leather.

He’s a key part of my daily routine,

Very dependable, always keen.

Still the same despite a Christmas load.

A pleasure to see him walking up the road.

A Christmas tip he’ll be sure to receive,

And very good wishes on New Year’s Eve.