
I clock in and I clock out
I drive the same route
The steps I take
The moves I make
The same routine, habitual and mundane.
Sunshine or rain
All to sustain
I sacrifice my time
in comparison to a dime.
Minutes ticking away.
Moment passing away.
Each second I miss
I can’t reminisce
I have to see it through my ears
The actual happenings, nowhere near.
It silently breaks my heart
Each time we must part
I kiss each one goodbye
As the youngest asks why.
No need to worry it won’t be long,
And I’ll be back home where I belong.
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It’s good to be home, isn’t it?😌
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Indeed it is. 🙂
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This is so cool as a mother is worried about her infants !
When we become adult we grow into the shape of Jesus and become one with him, the love of God is within you and with you!~ For the Love of God, the money we made was just a dime indeed!~ precious savior
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Thank you for taking the time to comment. I am glad to know you liked my poem. God bless!
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