December First 1955
i was tired
physically and mentally
long drives controlling haemorrhoids
christmas presents cards
quarrelling wife fighting children
demanding boss dwindling pay
i am tired
cold and windy murky light
cleveland avenue six pm
i notice
she was there again
in the first of the reserved
elegant and beautiful quiet
calm and serene
third stop empire theater
we are getting crowded i need
to ask them to get up for the elite the rule
i am just a peon of the great system the structure
three of them stood up she refused politely like a lady
i am an employee to follow rules and obey i dont hate any
person whether elite or reserved i dont agree with the system
mostly but i need to keep my job to feed my fighting children sorry
she was adamant but peaceful and i have to summon the peace keepers
they took her in chains she was calm before a storm collected and beautiful
i am tired
it is getting late i need to go christmas shopping
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2015
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