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As Now the Handle Turns

His secretary called in sick,
The phones kept ringing steady;
As clients called to rush their jobs
That were not close to ready.

Production said they can’t keep up
Despite last week’s assurance;
The boss blew up and made those threats,
That test a man’s endurance.

At half-past six at last he’s home
And walks in through the gate;
And breaths a sigh outside the door
As if to shed the weight.

Looking forward to the rest
A weary warrior earns,
He seeks the solace of his wife
As now the handle turns.

Her morning didn’t go as planned,
The children missed their bus;
The dog got in the neighbor’s trash
The baby learned to cuss.

The power company mixed her bill
With U.S. Coke and Steel’s;
Though cheerfully they cleared it up
After twelve appeals.

Her afternoon went much the same,
A phone call from a teacher;
Thinking “no” but saying “yes”
To assignments from the Preacher.

At half-past six she drops a dish;
For Husband’s help she yearns,
Relieved to hear him at the door
As now the handle turns….

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Wes Stephenson

Author, motorcyclist, poet, and adventurer. Let's journey together.

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