Buxton Shippy (7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)
Walking around the house, wearied;
Children fussing and resisting.
Money gets funny
And the bills are rolling in;
Tension, between my spouse and I,
For all the safety-nets have fallen.
Memories of my good days
Lost in the heap;
A distant thing.
Dear I kiss you on the cheek?
Walking around the office, wearied;
No one has the time to say 'hello';
See, all the deadlines are passed due
And the task-master,
Walking around the yard, wearied;
With a dire need to be neighborly
But a greeting,
That could be misconstrued for flirting.
O what a day when the pressure drops.
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