General, or Major, or Captain…
Depending on what is happening,
We in uniform
Are labeled as norm,
By many who watch us in action.
Although most of us are just guards
Posted to watch the stars…
Some folks think it kind
To daily remind,
Us that we are thought kindly toward.
When I carry the mail bucket out,
The mailperson often will shout…
My conscience directs
Other than he expects,
Not leaving it on the floor to take out.
A guard who often is kind
And obedient to gently remind…
Workers to take care
Is oft rewarded right there
With increased “rank” from those inclined.
As I told the mailman,
Lieutenant is the highest rank I ever made…
But because he calls me “General”
It’s a compliment duly paid!