Sleeping with ears at the door
Like a thief
Sometimes the mail man comes at dusk.

Woken by any cracking sound,
Rushing to the door
Only a silent night wind greeted me

On social media surfing
Sometimes it circulates as a lie
Confirmed by official post

Every minute checking
You never know which minute
Anything can happen any second

Come good news!
Ease my anxious mind
Make a loud noise in my impatient ears.

Arouse my troubled heart,
Stir my calm spirit
With great, great good news!