Going To Work
Struggling to get out of bed,
The thought of work fills me with dread.
If only I didn't have to go,
But if I don't no more cash flow.
I walk in the door and head to the clock,
Slide my card and start the tick-tock.
Another workday has begun,
I'm hoping it's a good one.
2016
I wrote this shortly before retiring.
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2021
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