Age old bread and butter.

Spinning wheels,with fractured hearts.

Destination.

Medication.

Estimated time arrival.

Heavy eyes,pleading hands,beating hearts.

Dreaming of a better day.

Eight or more hours of bliss.

Wake up smell the roses,the thorns are caressed.

Table awaits.Set with hurried hands.

No menu.

No tip.

Today's special,is yesterday's waste.

Uniformed smiles on the beat.

Overtime,underpaid.

Feebled souls caring for the heroes of the past.

Long and forgotten.

Family tree withered, leaves

one in wonder.

Why does goodbye take so long to confess?