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The Grind
Endless hallways stretch ahead
A weary traveler hanging by a thread
Meetings blur from dawn to night
Late dinners then another flight
The city lights are far from home
In empty rooms my thoughts comb
Another deal another grind
Peace and sleep are hard to find
Family’s voice a quick call
Tiredly I saunter through hotel halls
The days are long the nights are brief
From this journey I should seek relief
The world spins on yet I must stay
Until I’m home where I can lay
In quiet arms which welcome me
Letting me find some time to be
Copyright ©
Christopher Delegans
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