Day In Day Out
in the morning you work
the work is dull till you see her
with hair as golden as the sun
a face that only compares to the gods
the day goes quickly and you go home
though you only think her
the worker known as the boss
you see her in the dark and
in the light but you are sleeping
next to your wife
the next day you go to work
though you find know one
that has a face that more
gorgeous as a god
or hair as golden as the sun
poem by Aaron Dacey
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