Lawrence Hall, HSG
And Why is There a
Police Car in Your Driveway?
Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 28
The days are a mess and so
are the nights
Each day is burdened with
labors unrelenting
Toils industrial and toils
emotional
Everyone seems to want a
bite of you
At night the stresses
follow you to bed:
The boss’s write-ups seem
to poison the pillows
The unpaid bills, the clapped-out
car, the fears
The children’s report cards,
the broken washer
You give life your all –
you work, you struggle, you strive -
And why is there a cop car
in your drive?
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