A Brand Old Day Poem by Sean C. Harrison

If it's all the same to you
I'll say it's the same to me too.
You'll see me go and wonder, "What a life!
What adventures await him! "
Wish you had one.
But I am a drone, a puppet
Whose strings are really chains you can't see.
I've never been to he.
I wake, shower, eat, brush.
I throw myself into the mad rush.
I work, I toil, I labour
And I don't know who's my neighbour,
A man on the go, the merry go round that is
But it's no fun, just another rerun
And when it's done I'm home
To tell the wife when she asks,
"It was all the same dear."
But she'll listen, she'll care.
And though there's nothing new in that
I'll be glad she's always around.
I can live with that dot of sacred ground,
The part of the brand old day
That makes it grand old anyway.
So I go to bed dreaming of a better life
But it never gets better than my wife's brand old love
And I thank God. She's heaven sent.
For a moment I don't think about where my time went
When I spend my time with her.
With her I'll say I can face any old day
Cause she'll love me any old way.