*whistles innocently*

View from a Suburban Window
by Phyllis McGinley

When I consider how my light is spent,
   Also my sweetness, ditto all my power,
Papering shelves or saving for the rent
   Or prodding grapefruit while the grocers glower,
Or dulcetly persuading to the dentist
   The wailing young, or fitting them for shoes,
Beset by menus and my days apprenticed
   Forever to a grinning household muse;
And how I might, in some tall town instead,
   From nine to five be furthering a Career,
   Dwelling unfettered in my single flat,
My life my own, likewise my daily bread ---
   When I consider this, it's very clear
   I might have done much worse. I might, at that.