A Handful of Sweat
Gazing out over the city
from the rooftop bar, looking back at
the years of hard work at university,
the wedding,
the new house,
all the interminable nights at the office,
the fights to hold on to his job,
the too-short vacations, happy-sad,
the slightly bigger new house,
the sleepless nights
before deadlines, between jobs,
the kids-turned-teenagers, years of university ahead,
the retirement party where he didn’t
quite know how to react
to people’s congratulations,
he smiles a half smile to himself,
and, without knowing it,
brings his hand up
to wipe the sweat
from his mind.
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2019
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