Work

When at work I pray all day,

It helps to take the pain away,

Soon the hope of day has passed,

I’m left in this abysmal farce,

I want the warmth of glories glow,

But sense this will never show,

Racked with angst and godless fear,

As my bestowed demise begins to lear,

The answer is there if only I wait,

But patience could mean it will all be too late,

Call me to arms and face down the dull,

In hindsight this will just be a lull,

Around the corner the answer is there,

The heat of the sun and warmth of the air,

Up and away and on we will fight,

Then out on the town long in to the night!

‘Till comes the dawn, is seems so soon,

Accompanied by a familiar tune,

And there in my face is the same,

Old routines that have no one to blame,

Just myself at my desk,

Doing my time just like the rest,

Dreaming again of a different time,

Just for the hope to be mine.

by Dominic.

 

 

 

Morning

There’s two tasty titbits of verse for the price of one this week, both courtesy of our rhymer in residence, Dominic.

The morning

The morning comes and takes its place,

Then asks us all to rise,

To work and not a moments haste,

This comes as no surprise,

For yesterday it was the same,

And the day before,

Tomorrow it will come again,

And then for evermore,

Yet each time I crave my bed,

Not the morning rush,

Surrounded by the living dead,

All sitting in a hush,

But if I try and sleep all day,

My job will be at risk,

I’ll see an end to steady pay,

And find myself dismissed,

So I must accept my fate,

Go off to wash and dress,

Leave the house before I’m late,

Along with all the rest.

city morning sky