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Poem: Contractor Hell

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Poem Summary

"Contractor Hell" is a poem about a real life event that is happening in my area.

The noise is so unbearable during the week that you look forward to the weekend.

Except this weekend, you can't even park in front of your house and the weather forecast is not looking good.

"Contractor Hell" by Brenda Arledge


Contractor Hell

Noise in the early morning
shakes you out of bed
before you have time to think.

Life as you know it is
disrupted by contractors
who don’t care.

Piles of gravel
block the street
with no way to park
in front of the house.

Leaving you thankful
for the silence on the weekend,
even if you carry groceries from the back,
except for that lingering forecast of the first snow.



Improvement comes at a cost,
disturbing the neighborhood,
changing our normal routines.

Our level of convenience
null and void,
with mandatory sanctions
to park off the road.

No end in sight
as each day lingers,
trying to find comfort
in our daily tasks.

Teaching us to cope
with the noise and mayhem
disrupting our sleep
as we struggle to carry groceries
through a different door.

Road blocks
turn life into a desert,
with no one allowed in or out
unless you occupy a house.

A Small Number of People Can Make A Lot Of Noise.

— Mark Walport

"City Crews Work To Replace Water Pipes by Dayton 24/7 Now"

Replacing Water Pipes

The above video is not my city, but it is nearby. It is within 40 miles from my home.

Improvements are wonderful, but they are an inconvenience when lasting so long.

This one is expected to last until at least December 1st, 2022.

Let's just hope we don't get a blizzard in between time.