The night is long, hard and cruel
With each tasking outside the rule
The hours go on in a slow lament
As they bleed into each other and are spent
The dawn creeps up on us as we drive around
And the radio cackles as we hear it's routine sound
Cars and people appear as the world awakes
Gently the day begins and the night deflates.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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