Holiday Poem by Adrian Cox
Holiday
Holiday
Tired and sick of work
life turns dark,
a dirty brown.
I've done too much,
still I work each day.
It feels dark and dreary grey.
Two weeks in sunny yellow
is where I'll be.
Two more weeks to go.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
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4/25/2024 1:36:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I feel exactly all the same, work can kill the soul or the ability to be happy...Keep on the excellent work