You stand in the school yard
waiting for the bell to ring
for the day to disappear
they tell you not to
wish away your life
but you want to be someone
outside of those gates
These will be the days
you ant back later in life
they tell you
but you're not so sure
They don't tell you
about 9am tedium
hours spent in traffic
endless forms about taxes
Days lost behind your desk
watching the clock
wishing for the day to end
as you keep your head above
the bills, deadlines
and desperately needed alone time
A Poem a Day: Sunday Blues