The Drive Home | A Poem for the Friday Night Shift

The friendly light of tired streets

Guides late-night worker home

Past laughing couples walking through

The end of week’s festival hum

 

No drinks raised, no smiling friends

Greeted him this night

Insisting, purpose kept him on

To spend Promethean light

 

An empty office, a used-up mind

This drive brings clearest thought

That all the joy of passers-by

Honors what he’s wrought

 

James Walpole

James Walpole is a writer, startup marketer, and perpetual apprentice. You're reading his blog right now, and he really appreciates it. Don't let it go to his head, though.

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