Joe Howell

Rookie (05-30-1950 / Tennessee)

Day's End

Poem by Joe Howell

Days End
It's a silent time, when i pack it all in,
call it a night, walking to my bed
and giving thanks for living another day

i take pride in small things, that some call nuts
like im all-ways early for work, that's just me
stay late if i need to, to get everything
lined up for the next person, come this way

don't own a cell phone, i don't need to talk
while i drive, and if you need me, im useally
in the same place i was yesterday, at this time

some may call it bore-ing, going 40 where
thats the speed limit, i guess that why they pass
me, with fingers waving in the air
but we end up at the same red light

im just a simple man, caught up in a
multi directional latatude of light

Comments about Day's End by Joe Howell

  • Melvina GermainMelvina Germain (10/8/2006 1:01:00 AM)

    I love this poem, I can certainly retate, going the speed limit, watching the waving fingers, I could care less, we do end up at the next light at the same time, so who's the fool. I do have a cell phone and I also don't know how to use all those little extras on it. I wish those speedy guys would read your poem.--Melvina(Report)Reply

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  • Vallerie Lobell (10/6/2006 10:39:00 AM)

    great thoughts exactly....(had to get a cell with little ones in school) ....I don't know how to use it so I am still in your boat....going the speed limit...Vallerie(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 6, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 12, 2010