Nine To Five Poem by Phil Soar

Another day of dross and grief
9 to 5 brings no relief
Sitting down with my keyboard letters
Typing with and expertise that doesn't get better
A mix of work and play
Lots to do and so much to say
Wishing it was half past four
So I won't have to type no more
The weekend not far away
A relaxing break on Saturday
Sharing life with the family and pets
That's about as good as it gets
Until that feeling on Sunday night
When thoughts turn to work and the daily fight
To get motivated and earn some cash
So that we can have an occasional bash
Drink until we feel amused
By the job we have and the weekly abuse
So no matter how we get through the day
How would we cope without our pay?