Hermes

I was the messenger of the gods,

The god of trade,

And of thieves and sports.

With ease, I could travel between worlds.

Mount Olympus, Hades, even Earth, 

I could set foot.

One day, after a journey

To the mortal world,

My wings were defeated.

They cried out: “O’ Hermes,

We can not carry further.”

And so, there I was,

Stuck for eternity.

I became the messenger of the people

The man of transport, mail and travel.

With ease, I could walk between neighborhoods

Delivering beauteous letters and postcards.

All day, everyday I delivered,

Except for Sundays and holidays.

One day, after years of working,

My wings were recharged.

They pleaded: “O’ please take us home.”

But life was simple

And I long yearned for the simple.

So, there I stayed,

Delivering mail for all eternity.