OVERSLEPT
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The light outside like a rainy afternoon,
His alarm clock…five:fifty-one…
He suddenly thought, “I’ve overslept!”
And got up on the run.
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His wife was where she’d normally be
Any afternoon…
He’d better call in, frantically,
Telling work he’s late but would get there soon!
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Was strange to hear his boss’s voice
Answering the telephone…
It was but Friday morning, AM,
Too early to leave home.
–Jonathan Caswell
(The author works 2nd shift…4:30 PM to 12:30. or so, AM)
By the Mighty Mumford 