Daily Routine? Poem by John A'Hern

Start our days with a shower
Brush our teeth as we ponder,
Dress to suit the day ahead,
Work, retirement, down the shed.

Breakfast with coffee or tea
Time permitting wait and see.
Traffic jams await the unwary
Parking can also be a bit scary.

Public transport unfortunate choice,
Bring us into contact with the public,
People sneezing, people coughing
Mobile phones ringing often.

Talking loudly, private conversation
Broadcast to whoever wants to listen,
Where are you? The favourite question
On the bus, the favourite answer.

Wait a moment! FALSE START!
The kids! Back to the beginning of the day.
Are you up yet? Comes the familiar call,
Time for School! Time for School!

Three children rush into kitchen
Mother stands to direct traffic,
Reminds you of cafeteria queuing,
Front door jammed with children, still chewing.

Off you go, re-join the zombies
Into office ready for what, who knows,
Passageway meetings precede the gatherings,
Dreaded silence as Manager Talks.

Everyone look down no eye contact,
Then there come familiar soundings,
I hear you and will take it onboard.
Translated, this means boring
In addition, creates yawning.

Stirred from daydreams your name is mentioned
Just catch the end of conversation,
On my desk by 4.30 this evening.
What needs to be on whose desk this evening?

Mission accomplished and on desk by 4.30,
That is that you have done your duty.
Join the throng homeward bound,
Everybody is quiet including phones.

Travel back to our homes
Through front door to friendly people,
Cup of tea, your kingdom for a cup of tea,
Now this feels just like Heaven.