Things can be so negative and mean.
Sitting for mind-numbing, screen-sucking, hours,
Missing the rebirth of spring, and the flowers
Which no one has the time to smell
As we treadmill, loyally, in our office hell.
But the others, who share my shift and place,
It's them who are my saving grace ---
We all pull, like sled-dogs, on the run ---
Not unhappy, in a space, which sees not the sun.
No comments:
Post a Comment