A Day Like Many Others

Dulcet tones of discord dance

Sharp upon the autumn air.

Sarcasm drips acidic

Much like rain from browning leaves.

Oh, dilemma! Dear.

To remain without,

Damp and chill beneath grey skies,

Or to venture inward,

Facing scathing blazing heat.

Between discomfort and cowardice, a middle ground appears.

Beneath the sheltered eaves

Guaranteed to distract,

And provide a modest warmth,

mindless labors gayly wait.

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