I am back with a luggage
of my duties
A chauffeur of morning and afternoon runs
A breadwinner of the absent bread
The eater of the apple of deceit
A husband and a father
A spank receiver for everything wrong
And a citizen between wealth and poverty
A man who will go like others have gone
Devoid of what toils beheld
Alone without the company of a wife
Lonely in the absence of the world.
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