Home Time Before Cock-crow
Why do I sit here, why do I strive
To stay half-awake (on a good day)
Is it for this that I'm staying alive?
Is it the teamwork? Is it the pay?
Is it the hope of a pension?
Is it the terror of further decay?
Maybe the lack of attention
From all but the janitor's clerk
(To whom I had promised a mention)
A lunchtime or two in the park
Then doze till a quarter past five
Then stumble on home, in the dark
Contributors: | TG, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 26th May 2004 by TG. |