Notice of absence from Tom Dylan
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Grey skies, cold and bleak,
white shirts and dark trousers
under harsh fluorescent lights
and the pale glare of computer screens.
Across the open-plan office,
the photo-copier has a paper jam,
the grey machine giving up
refusing to take it anymore.
Trudge to the kitchen for a cup of tea,
heaped spoonfuls of sugar
and splash of milk,
tired colleagues needing their caffeine shot.
Good weekend?
Yeah, you?
Yeah.
Back to the desk and the drudgery
wishing it was weekend
just hoping to make it to lunch-time.
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Tom, good morning my friend, your first stanza is a song just to say part of lyrics that you should keep in mind for the future, I do not work with computers I'd fall asleep after 5 minutes although for my scribbles I happily use one anytime. The mundane of office work you have made incredibly obvious in this one. Wonderful. I have nothing against computer boffs, my husband is a physicist so I know how important they can be. I just love your first stanza. 🤗 Excellent imagery too.
Aw thanks Teddy. It's very Monday in the office this morning and I tried to capture it in a poem. Thanks for your comments as always. 🙂
All things pass, my friend...all things pass. One day in the distant future seated in your old comfortable armchair as you rest in reverie you will recall moments of great joy in a long life... and infrequently remember moments such as these.... and I don't need any reminders, so keep 'em to yourself....😂
Thanks for your comments, Dave. And your last line made me lol. 🙂
Fantastic work. You pain the mood well.
Thanks a lot, Thomas. Appreciated. 🙂
The words you've chosen make the imagery in this poem leap from the screen. I'm feeling it. Great write!
Thanks a lot for your comments, Bella. Really appreciated.
Such true words back in the day for me Tom, but being retired for twelve years this year every day is a Saturday.😁😁😁
Andy
Good for you, Andy. My father in law complains that when you are retired you don't get bank holidays. 🙂
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