A short: Half Past

The clock showed half past midnight
What an hour to be awake
There is no security for these later years
Seven decades of this
Can she finally rest
The dreams have died as the years go by
Anger, sadness and then acceptance
Joy and happiness have long ago been given a new meaning
There are no more wishes to be made
There is just these two jobs
These children with their hands out
No rent from that one
No money from the other
Babies from here to there
And not a mother anywhere
And so she goes to bed
Her early shift at the second job coming too soon.

I like geeky stuff, politics, squirrels and monkeys.

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