The shopkeeper pulls down the shade.
He sweeps the floor.
His work day is made.
But what was he working for?
For food, shelter, and love.
He goes home to his dove.
They kiss—and he is a shopkeeper no more.
He is a lover, and he has his love.

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The car mechanic gunks off the grease from his fingers.
Then he washes his hands.
Not a moment more than necessary he lingers;
He goes home to the wife he loves—
The wife who loves him, and understands.
In her arms, he is not a car mechanic anymore.
He and she are lovers.

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The doctor sees his last patient for the day.
This doctor is a caring man.
He helps in any way he can.
But then, he goes home to his wife—his bride—
The mother of his beloved children.
Then, all the rest of the world is outside.
No examinations of good and ill health.
No looking at life fearfully threatened by death.
And no matter how much money he may ever make,
The loving wife he finds at home is his real wealth.
She, and his children.
His greatest happiness and meaning is the love she gives—
And the love he gives to her.
In his wife and children, his heart’s most joyful love lives;
And there, he breathes his soul’s most precious breath.
Here is where he wants his free time to be.
Thank you, Matthew Galsky, M.D.,
For giving up some of that precious time for me.


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Written by Michael LP
aka Mr. Poet, aka MLP, aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC
(I'm just me)  
Copyright © 2011 by Michael L.P.  All rights reserved