That Working Life

A Poem

Photo by Meiying Ng on Unsplash

it’s another Monday crawl
when we wait in tiny lines
always going somewhere
but ending up nowhere

and it’s just a typical day
with rules and expectations
as you clock in and out
all to someone else’s hourglass

then there’s the bleed
to Tuesday’s wake-up call
as you blink at your phone
and wonder where the time went

the cycle repeats,
rinse and repeat,
till the weekend
feels like a mirage

the Wednesday blues mix
with the Thursday lows,
and we’re all hanging onto
the illusion of freedom

you wait and wait
for something to make sense
as you waste away, inch by inch,
behind an immobile desk

and then when Friday arrives
you can barely enjoy it all
as you sit back on the couch
and fall asleep much too early