Coming Home From Work
Streetlights on
The day has gone—
It was dark before I left work,
I haven’t seen the face of the sun today;
Fatigue and endless grind
Chains and bind the mind,
I find
Though I am green and dying
I cannot sing in my chains
Caught in the grimy winter rains
I know
I have miles to go
But the car and I
Have both run out of fuel
In this smog that blinds
The soul and sight,
And on this road to nowhere through nowhen
Even spouting doggerel
Does nothing to reduce
The distance between the mileposts
To the desired destined far off goal.