Occupatience

One of you is an architect
building mansion for the blind
with monorails and velvet stairs
and embossed murals designed
to be touched.

One of you is a surgeon
with fingers quick as knives.
With metal hearts, human spare parts,
in the theater you save lives
with your touch.

One of you is a financier
moving money young and old.
With fine silk suits and leather boots
you can turn people to gold
with your touch.

Now me, I'm just a postman
who's delivering the news.
I skip up narrow streets
and winding avenues.
Into the ear of any passerby
who cares to stop and listen
I'll give the mail
and tell the tail
of how I'm always missin'
your lovely touch.