Everyday the same routine,
following orders, part of a team.
Roll out of bed around four,
shower, have breakfast and out the door.
Facing traffic, swears and sneers,
hurtful feelings, ah who cares.
Drivers on cell phones, giving the finger.
music blaring, powerful singers.
The closer you get to the office door,
that feeling of dread hits you once more.
You look across the crowded room,
observe the faces of doom and gloom.
You say to yourself, I want much more.
I need the strength to walk out that door.
Reality steps in, you know you can’t win.
Tomorrow you start all over again.
Written: June 25,2007
Wow Melvina this is such a Univarsal relatable piece of poetry......I know a certain famous 'poet' who recently got a huge award who could take lessons from you on making sense and on writing Great poetry that makes sense! ! ((Smile)) Excellent write that is Great to read if for nothing else other then it makes a person feel good that they are not alone in the rat race...lol Thank you for sharing Melly............10! ! =Shelley=
Yep! Definitely a winner. What a life we lead. Very well explained in this one. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Moooooooooooooooo......sometimes we feel like cattle....hearding our lives away greath rhythm to this piece Mel: O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah yes so true they give you just enough to live on, knowing you have to come back monday morning and start all over again...10