The Weekend Poem by Christopher Tye

The Weekend

Time to relax and think about myself,
No objectives to achieve for overs,
Not having to fight over people's war and conflicts,
Able to follow my agendas for once.

Pottering around in the garden if it's sunny,
Retreating into the workshop if it's inclement,
Having time to relax and watch a bit of telly,
But most importantly no getting up before 5am.

Ah the joy of not sitting behind a computer for eight hours a day,
Not having to commute for thirty miles each way to work,
No worries about achieving key performance indicators,
Not having to manage losses and deal with shoplifters.

The joy of doing what I want for a change,
Being able to make models and recreate the past,
Being able to study all the things I enjoy,
Taking myself back into history and other places.

Not having to babysit fifty-something staff members behaving like five year old kids,
Not having to encourage well-paid staff to do what there paid for,
Not having to be a diplomat when staff members fall-out,
Not having to sort out damages and discrepancies in deliveries.

Having time to concentrate on writing poems,
Being able to go shopping with-out having to rush around,
Visiting museum's and art galleries for ideas,
Looking around castles and great country piles.

By Christopher Tye