The six A.M. radio alarm bell

Thrusts you awake

From a topsy-turvy sleep.

With news propaganda in your face.

Your tea you take

In hurried asphestos sips.

With utmost grace and strength

You lay out the day ahead.

Yours is full of stress.

"Must buy English dictionary...

Will he pay attention?

Can we afford the extra classes?

Damn cassias calculator phone

Is slower to load

Than frozen molasses.

Have to wait 'til Christmas sanctioned spending for a new one.

Damn fool husband!

Can't give up smoking!

Don't you know you owe me your last days?

After all I've given you?"

Then the working day

The beginning of the Monday Himalaya scale

To Friday's lofty peak.

You give one hundred percent

But are criticised for every word you speak.

Then home and homework.

Then extra-curricular taxi driving.

I come home from my evening job

And find you meal time grinding out

The last moments of business before bed.