When you rise,
wipe your eyes,
feed your kids,
drop them to school,
when sleep is what you crave,
to curl up in a grave,
where no sound can reach,
no hurt can breach,
and nothing is nothing
but blissful, painless sleep,
there’s no bill unpaid
and you’re holding no-one back,
because you look worn and cheap,
that’s what I call brave.
Published on October 19, 2017 02:39