393. Poem by Jaden Knight

Every day when he got home from work
he hung all his problems out to dry
on the line outside his house
then went and spent quality time
with his loving wife and kids

No one was aware what troubled him that day
none could see it in his actions
he was smiling and happy
as he played with his children

He would go to bed at 11pm
his mind at rest in peace
and wake up each day at 6
to get ready for the day ahead

On weekdays he would go to the line before work
and pick up his problems again
but some would seem to have evaporated at dawn
as there was always fewer than the amount he left