Maybe I Should Go Back to Work
Twilight fills the house again, the wife, the son, his wife, and whiny
Children, hardly home at all. It's like the lobby of someplace I never
Had had plans to go. I toiled alone at work today, a rare and welcome
Situation. Sadly, work seems preferable to all the noise, the pressing
Bodies, driving me from here.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Written on 2024-11-23 at 01:18
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