Office Days Poem by Phil Soar

Office Days



Moving silently on gossamer wings
The faintness of sounds as a skylark sings
In the distance the sound of the traffic hums
While office employees just sit on their bums

And out in the fields, where nature provides
Some moments of beauty, to take in its stride
Behind office windows, the staff breathe a sigh
And stare at a clock, while the day passes by

Monday, June 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,work
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