A man’s day

My boss, my wife, my daughter,  my son,
any output less then brilliant,
appears as work I’ve left undone,
But still, the sun dims low
at second glance-
the hands have reached the nine,
we’re cozied on the couch,
perhaps not rich;
but it’s all mine.

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