Fulfilled Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Fulfilled



Duty in speeding cars
rushes to life
outside my door
while I awaken
to the scent and serenade
of brewing coffee,
the newspaper waiting
to feed my curiosity;
my old lover who serves me
the first cup of the day.
Such is the life of reward,
a lifetime’s duties
completely fulfilled.

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