In the beginning,
the week crept slowly,
minutes dragged,
nothing moved,
everything's stationary,
over the days the momentum increased,
the minutes moved faster,
as time off decreased.
now,
as tomorrow dawns,
my time off  is vanishing,
right before my eyes.
As the morning breaks tomorrow,
my annual leave all done.
This time in the morning,
a warning blast,
as I become one of  tomorrows people,
could think of better things to do,
but they don't pay the bills!
(C) Livvi