A middle class fortress in which to hide! <br />Draw down the curtain as if saying No, <br />While noon's ablaze, ablaze outside. <br />And outside people work and sweat <br />And the day clings by and the hard day ends. <br />And after you doze brush out your hair <br />And walk like a marmoset to and fro <br />And look in the mirror at middle-age <br />And sit and regard yourself stare and stare <br />And hate your life and your tiresome friends <br />And last night's bridge where you went in debt; <br />While all around you gathers the rage <br />Of cheated people <br />Will we hear your fret <br />In the rising noise of the streets? <br />Oh no <br />!<br /><br />Genevieve Taggard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/interior-7/
