standing in the rain, having a smoke
hardly the punchline of a really good joke
the rain pouring down, seeping into my collar
not fun for a worker or even a scholar
"take off those shoes before you come back inside
if you bring in dirt i will tan your behind"
the lady is boss and the house is her own
if i fail to comply i'll for sure sleep alone
"but honey" i whine, in a voice rather sad
my shoes are quite clean, look they're really not bad
"you do as you're told, or i'll lock you outside"
not really much choice so i'll swallow my pride
so i'm hunched out there smoking, quite soaked to the skin
when i started to chuckle and enjoy life again
who else stands outside in a downpour of rain
breathing in smoke just to help keep them sane
who else in the world, when they're past sixty four
must take off their shoes to get back through the door
Copyright © 2013 by Eryll Oellermann
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