A Dismal Day
The day started out on a low note,
with the clouds moving in,
as I got out of bed
and my daily grind did begin,
used to the sunshine
and not so much cloudiness,
I looked at the weather channel,
and they predicted it right,
with raindrops falling on my head,
and having only pessimistic thoughts,
the atmosphere being dark and dismal,
wishing tomorrow I could soon retire
and turn 66,
got to work in the usual way,
with the retina scanning clock
having yet another field day,
denying my face and eyes
and not recognizing me,
you would think that overnight,
I had some kind of plastic surgery,
how I longed for the old time clock,
and how much easier it used to be,
then being short of help
in our receiving department,
had to pick up the pace and slack,
to make the adjustment,
labeling and slinging boxes of meds most of the day,
sometimes I seriously longed for calgon to take me away,
and still later my r f gun acted up
as I pulled that afternoons orders,
and being on productivity,
it made me a lot slower,
then my boss showed me an order
that apparently got messed up,
telling me to be more careful,
to be more on my toes,
Oh how I longed for the clock
to make its tick tock go faster,
feeling like the day
was nothing short of a disaster,
and finally at 6:30 pm
I left feeling worse for the weary,
feeling like an expendable middle aged Dorothy,
with someone chasing after my Toto,
just feeling down on my luck,
but not quite like being in a tornado,
with my preoccupied thoughts,
the workday finally ended on a high note,
while on my drive home
as I spied in the distance
one of God's beautiful rainbows.
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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