after hours of pretending
and wearing my scrubbed costume
practicing parsed words,
feigning and posing for posterity
pretty pronouncements with
then swilling enough coffee to make of me
a card carrying member of
look the part
but feeling more like the shallow puddle
of my true self
my veneer is held
but now at the end
of the day
soon I will take my leave
these are the best blessed words
in the English language
"Work is done?"
"I'm going home."
Copyright January 11, 2015 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
The last sentence is something my Grandfather Thompson often told me helped
him get through a lot of long business trips. His wife, my Grandmother was his best friend
in life. I was thinking of them today. Walter W Thompson and Eileen F Thompson, personal heroes.
Melissa A Howells/Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World
All poetry/prose/rants/ideas are the explicit legal property of this Writer.
God Bless you Grandma and Grandpa T. Their first real date was in a golden field of barley.
Thank you kindly for reading.
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