Hidden Lives
HIDDEN LIVES
A doctor is so serious as you
Ask her to your pain subdue
When you leave and close the door
She’s break-dancing across the floor
School is filled with teachers stern
Their pupils quiet, serious , learn.
When the bell rings out as last
Staffroom shakes with laughter blast
Cop on duty in the night
Has to deal with gangs that fight
At home he’s painting flower vases
Maybe embroidering with laces
We all have secret lives unseen
Can’t be helped - it’s in the gene
Judge not a man who’s just there clerking
His spirit’s under the papers lurking.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
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