Running
Rat race in full swing
Running to stand still
Underpaid, overworked, taxed to the hilt
Two weeks holiday crammed into one
Dreams of escaping fuelled briefly
Shades of grey defining seasons
Light grey where summer blue should be
Winter’s dark and leaden skies oppress
A week’s holiday crammed into a long weekend
Dreams of escaping dimly remembered
Work engulfs, targets raised
Deadlines made and missed
Rumours fly, speculation abounds
A long weekend becomes one day flextime
There was a dream once
Wasn’t there?
1 comment:
I've been thinking a lot about time and how precious a commodity it is becoming. It seems nobody has time for anything anymore, not even time off.
Nicely done.
Post a Comment