How does the day go?
Getting up and showering in the know
Dressing and breakfasting again
Ticking off the days when it will be the end
And driving in through the same traffic
Knowing precisely how long it will take - no panic
Doing the eight knowing what will come
Then going home to dinner and television done
Bed and then it starts again
Six months until I become the retired man.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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