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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