End Of A Working Day Poem by Phil Soar

I headed home
Amongst the commuters I felt weary
Three years retired and not missing the traffic
Not missing the nervous tension of the speeding idiots
Anxious to get home they are, but not aware of me
I drive cautiously, unlike when I worked too
I can see the anger of fellow travellers faces
Unsure of their emotions, I try to understand
Why such a rush to get home?
No matter the speed, time can add to the tension
Perhaps my caution makes them annoyed
Their speed annoys me
But having retired, I now have the time they don't
Perhaps in time they will be cautious
And not cause an accident
Or worse
At the end of a working day, Caution wins