Another day another dollar
The shrill alarm starts the echo of the machine
“DON’T BE LATE”
He steps out in the sunshine
Oblivious to it’s wonder
All he sees are the dark clouds of life’s horizon
He feels reality bite hard
The cost of living is so much to pay
She made him
She played him
Gave a taste of heaven
Then dragged him to hell
Bump and grind
“PREGNANT! ”
The tiny patter of feet that grind
Grind then grind, always grind
He became part to the machine
Embracing obligation
Pawning ambition
So he could afford to do the right thing
Clocking in
Ever present is the echo of the machine
Crushing hope with it’s monotonous tone
“WORK HARDER”
He drags his heavy heart through the drudge of his day
“CREDIT CRUNCH, LAY OFFS”
He feels drained
That Monday morning feeling lingers all week
“LUCKY TO HAVE A JOB AT ALL”
Clocking off
The echo of the machine fades
Dulled by the call of duty
“KIDS NEED SHOES”
He rumbles through empty pockets
“SO AND SO HAS A NEW KITCHEN”
He shrugs a helpless shrug
“YOU NEVER SPOIL ME ANY MORE”
He stares at the floor with nothing to say
“I WANT I WANT”
Trying so hard not to listen
He slumps to weakness
The voices wane
All he hears is his own silent scream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice to see you posting on here again, I like the way this flows the big wheel of life, sometimes we shout 'let me off' and start again on another ride, 10 Lynda xx