The mailman dropped a letter in my new mailbox today!
I wonder who would write to me? What would they have to say?
It must be quite important if they took the time to write,
For as a correspondent I'm a simple neophyte.

So why would someone write to me? Perhaps it's just a bill;
Or maybe I've been left a fortune in an uncle's will!
Could Uncle Joe have passed away, or maybe Uncle Mitch?
No! That can't be the answer, because neither one is rich!

Could I have been invited to the wedding of a friend?
So long as it's informal I will certainly attend.
But I don't recollect a friend who's planning to be wed,
So maybe I'm invited to a funeral instead!

The tension's growing steadily, will I survive the day?
I'm sure that it must be some bill that I forgot to pay!
I don't remember what I bought; I've pondered long and hard.
But I don't know just why I might have used my credit card!

Oh dear! It's so unnerving; who would write? I can't recall.
Perhaps it's misdirected and it's not for me at all!
But this impressive envelope has my address and name,
So obviously it's meant for me, and that is why it came.

I woke this morning feeling good when I got out of bed,
But now my nerves are all on edge; there's thunder in my head!
My life, which was so placid, is now in disarray.
I wish that I had never checked my new mail box today.

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