Reporting to some loved ones facts I heard
that may apply but need to percolate,
and then of relatives bestowing word,
the hours served to overstimulate.
With insufficient rest, I rose to play
with children: sweet but tiring, no dispute
but lots of volume. Toting love my stay
then ended, and I started my commute.

Two-thirds of that proceeded smoothly, till
I surfaced for the final leg, the bus.
Some crime occurred and cops arrived to fill
three times the normal minutes with their fuss.
At last I was released and I could flee
to home, to find I couldn’t find my key.