It’s The Forth Day Poem by Gert Strydom

It’s The Forth Day



It’s the forth day
that I am at my new work
and the elevator is broken
just like my life
And I have to walk
to another entrance

The people are friendly,
but it’s a hell of a thing
to have only a contract
for a month.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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