Sunrise
Dawn stealthily stealing
The nightly cover and revealing
Smog, and those irritating flies.
Eyes
Gummed with sleep and yesterday’s dirt
The pillow made of the other shirt
And the youngest baby’s piercing cries.
He sighs
A toss of the blanket over the head
The creaking of joints of the weatherworn
bed
The smell of leaked milk on the wife’s
chemise.
He dries
Himself after a scanty bath
Combs those graying hair as the aftermath
That he plans to but never dyes.
Chastise
One child and scold the other
For troubling the youngest baby brother
And hurriedly leave, no waves, goodbyes.
Futile tries
To impress the boss with the typewriter’s
clatter
And shabby compliments aimed to flatter
The boss’s acknowledgement, curt, concise.
The despise
For those interminable files
Evident in the complete absence of smiles
And the vacant look under a busy disguise,.
Socialise
Over soggy lunches and cups of tea
Discussions on the boss’s secretary
Then back to work with tired sighs.
Scrutinise
The yellowed dial on a tired wrist
Through cigarette smoke and a sweaty mist
And hurriedly leave, no waves, goodbyes.
Noise
In the street and in the house
Shrieking of children, complaining of
spouse
Go on till the darkening of the skies.
Economise
The uppermost thought in either mind
Evident in the trouser’s patched behind
And the children’s clothes, too small in
size.
They arise.
After the evening meal has ended
And sound sleep on the kids has descended
He retires for the night between her tired thighs.
Realise
That life of checking files by light
And passionless love to the wife at night
Is nothing but a slow drawn out demise.
Aching eyes
Dreaming of a paradise
Which the frustration and pain belies
Welcome a sleep that will anaesthise.
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