Stress,
The long drive in the dark before the dawn,
The hard daily grind at work,
The swallowed insult,
The arrogant boss,
The useless colleagues I have to carry,
The parking fine,
The long drive home again, in darkness.
To a wife in stress,
The old car,
The washing machine,
Her own job,
The twins misbehaving,
That damned dog again,
She vents all her steam at me,
A stream of acid vitriol by way of a welcome.
Everyday I ask the same questions.
Why…do I bother to go to work?
Why don’t I punch that pencil neck office creep out?
Why doesn’t she try to see it all from my angle?
Why did I come home at all?
And..everynight I get the same answers.
“Good-night Papa”
In stereo.
With a kiss and a cuddle.