will there be
a room for me
at the end of the day?
will there be a bed
and a pillow for my head?
a tub to rinse
the heat and grime
from my hair?
a chair
to lift my feet
and sit away
from noisy trucks and
cars for a time?
i'll write a poem
i'll share my sandwich
i'll take the pitcher
and fill the glasses
water plants
wash the dishes -
will there be
a room for me
at the end of the day?
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