Love and Work
The fact is, this work is as dreary as shit.
I do not like it a bit.
While at it I wander off into a dream.
When I return, I scream.
If I had a lover
I’d bear it all, because when the day is over
I could go home and find peace in bed.
The boredom pulps my brain
And there is nothing at day’s end to help assuage the pain.
I am alone, as I have usually been.
The lawn is green.
The robin hops into the sprinkler’s spray.
Day after day
I fill the feeder with bird-seed,
My one good deed.
Night after night
I turn off the porch light, the kitchen light.
The weight lodged in my spirit will not go
For years, I know.
There is so much to do
There isn’t any time for feeling blue.
There isn’t any point in feeling sad.
Things could be worse. Right now they’re only bad.