Work
Animated sleep, working through your last shift,
wishing for a peace that will let you slumber.
But, there is that next thing to do – make it a life or death situation of importance.
Eyes easy, but heart rate beating in your head.
Awake readying yourself for the grooming dash,
joints move slowly as you wash your face.
The bed is calling your name,
offering you sanctuary.
Break fast – gulp!
Keys, wallet, phone, bag.
Now you are on your way
to enjoy another enthralling day,
at a place where you spend
the vastness of your young, fit, adult life.
This place you go to, to pay the bills;
leave to go to the pub, to get your thrills.
But then talk about work,
so you drink ‘til it hurts!
Animated sleep working through your last shift,
wishing for a peace that will let you slumber.
But, there is that next thing to do – make it a life or death situation of importance.
Eyes easy, but heart rate beating in your head.
I resign from my post.
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