Under the stress and strain to have food remain
parents are working hours that are insane.
Wired so tight at the end of the night
many sip their cocktails and wine.
In the past this was fine.
Today, at the end of a 12 hour day,
when driving home is a frightening matter,
hustled along by the honking traffic splatter,
is enough to push a person to rage.
How can we expect, at the end of each day,
for parents to behave like a sage?