When drudgery and care impose themselves,
Each request and promise a feather turned to brick,
Even the strong and stalwart plead for
Kind relief. What wise soul first decreed an
Ending to weekly trials? …with Sunday comics,
Naps and leisurely brunch — time to arrange flowers,
Dogs curled at your feet, and a stack of good books nearby.
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M.A. Mohanraj
January 31, 1997