Lament Of A Filing Clerk. Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Another day draws to its close.
A boring day like yesterday.
Much like tomorrow I suppose.
Each and every day the same.

I go to work from nine to five
The boredom starts when I arrive.
I hardly know that I'm alive
Each and every day the same

Though I' well paid for what I do
I would like to try something new.
A day dream which will not come true
.Each and every day the same.

I'd like to change but dare not try.
I'll be nobody ‘til I die.

26/02/2012
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