Rushing around, in a pool of sweat,
to do good deeds, to avoid the threat,
building the segments, of the day,
in hoping for, some decent pay,
there is no time, to look at watch,
as too long a break, could make a botch,
so, keep the momentum, nicely flowing,
for all good workers, are truly glowing,
at times, this could be deemed distraction,
for it interferes, with the family faction,
as a career sometimes, replaces love,
as a child says, “Nanny’s my Mum!”
the hours can drag, in a tricky shift,
thus, naturally a mind, does drift,
to think of what, could have been,
if persistence followed, a child-like dream,
after traipsing through, commercial mud,
a proverbial bell, makes such a thud,
to signal that shackles, can be undone,
until the next day, of the rising Sun,
then circumstances, come into force,
as homes can either, be calm or coarse,
perhaps, loving coos from the babes,
or in single silence, the landlord’s slave,
either or, people, go find their play,
where now they choose, what’s their prey,
most likely, an act of collecting bottles,
or maybe the fixing, of a broken throttle,
whichever the smell, of ale or oil,
there is a need to sleep, after toil,
then alarm says, “time to burn faster”,
a clear reminder, is the morning after.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Eat, work, sleep, repeat! Four words that make up the operation of the human industrial machine. As much as it is important to work, it is also important to rest, as how can a battery running on empty, power an electrical appliance, if it is not recharged? It would seem; if you have regular work, the ratio of the time working, against the time you have for the important stuff, is a bit skewed, and as a little poke in your side, either it be a bright ray of sunlight through the curtain, or a piercingly loud novelty alarm clock, the morning after is a most clear prompt for all of us, to keep going. I hope that you enjoy the poem, I hope that you both enjoy your work and rest, and as always, please stay safe everyone.
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Nanny's my Mum... wow!
Thanks for the read jarcher54, and yeah, when I read it back, that line stood out too, as did the line, "in single silence, the landlord's slave."
I hope that you enjoyed the poem, as your comment to me, sounds like, you've had a little shock.
I hope that all is well.
Sometimes I think we need to rework what we call the "work ethic". In many ways it's come to mean how much time you have to put in on the job, rather than the quality of work. I wish quality could trump quantity, perhaps more would get done in a shorter, smarter way, giving quality of life a more prominent role. You've hit the proverbial nail on the head my friend with this poem, great write!
Thanks for the read Bella, and for your very kind words, they're very much appreciated.
I wholeheartedly agree with your evaluation here, as an improvement of life, as a result in reworking our core operation, would most likely lead to humanity itself, to be a much kinder species.
Though, sadly, the horrid reality of the "fleshling robot" way of life, that seems to be a "perfection of infection" is the only thing we have going. Surely the basest of common decencies, if recognised and put into motion, can really reinstate within us a faith in humanity.
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.
Erm, I got it mixed up. I had me dinner in bed, before going to sleep. Doh! lol.
Thanks for the read orchidee, and I too have to confess, that I too sometimes use my bed, as a dining table.
It can be labeled a bad habit, and of course, who wants to sleep in a bed full of crumbs, but at times, eating whilst editing in my room, is very convenient.
Bless you, I hope you have a clean bed now, and I hope that all is well.
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