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.


M.A. Mohanraj

January 31, 1997