At the End of the Day

Morningawakens a jumbled agenda of

Caffeine-fueledfluster and clamoring clashes,

Maddeningmashes and time-crunching dashes

Sprinkledwith flashes of

Echoedbacklashes.

 

Onwardand upward the dreaded commute,

Thebottlenecked bobblehead manic pursuit.

Everyhalt or delay, every pothole in route

Sendingblood pressure soaring in hosts of hot flashes.

 

Theworkaday fever a muster of frenzy

Ravingand ravaging every last nerve,

Drainingthe tank til there’s no more reserve,

Andgiving much more than those bastards deserve.

 

But…

Atthe end of the day

Itall goes away.

Allthe worries and flurries

Removedfrom the fray,

Anda soft prayer of thanks

Tothe One up above

Forthe privilege to live

Inthe land that I love.