Returning Home

By Bocaj Anaidni

Down this darkened, moonlit country road,

I drive through the night to my humble abode.

The hour is late, well past midnight,

And I am exhausted, work was far from light.

I worked late, to earn my wages,

Hard work is key, so say the sages.

But my coworkers, they don't concur,

Always striving are they to cut corners.

For money is all that they are after,

And tiresome is their raucous laughter.

But there is comfort where I'm headed,

I'll be at peace with my work clothes shedded.

As I drive through this rural night,

I forget that life is a perilous fight.

Surrounded by serenity, I am at peace,

And I am so ready to go to sleep.