Saturday, June 30, 2012

End of Day

Half a dozen hours later,
The end of work is just a miracle, 
An hour long train ride the length of two days,
Suddenly I'm walking in the door.

A baby to greet me with a laugh,
His mother a beauty to behold,
Dinner a cooking on the stove,
Shrug the cares of the day away.

Finally a time to relax,
The horrors of the clientele to forget,
Suites to take hang up for the night,
A glass of wine to pour in salute.

A book to read, a show to watch,
The choices seem endless,
But perhaps tonight an evening with the lady,
Enough of  this perceived obligation.

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