Bitter pill

Writing as I go this half hour before sleep About having to work every day day in day out

The washing’s done
The clothes all in
Neat folds of disarray
The cups and saucers shiny
The cutlery shines bright
It’s the eve of morning
In the darkest dead of night
The working day is over
Cos I recall well snoring after tea
On the purple shiny cushions
That lay just over there
Tis a hard life for one as you and me
We take our bitter pill of work
And try to sea the rhyme and reason
But in the end
Is this what we want our life to be
So as I close my eyes
And listen to a soothing tale
In semi darkness here
I listen for his footsteps
And realise my dog is already
Safely hiding under bed
Protecting me from
Another long
Night of fear
Snoring ' I go happily now
Dreaming of peace and rain drops
And sun beams and moon shadow
And stars forever shine
Till I go to sleep
Divine
My rest my just reward
From what you ask
from bitter pill of work
I’ll swallow in the mornings rush
Of coffee toast and trains that rattle
And
Rustle in yet another
7 am mornings rush

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

working, stuck, drudgery is a terrible waste of talents and gifts ..we can not even begin to think of elevating our thoughts nor position in work ..nor change in career until we get out of the work for the food of today stigma .... those old blues singers and players were poor as dirt ..many just gave up that drudgery to sing their hearts out on the corner ... thank goodness they did ... such sultry honest blues of pain.loss and sorrow :) going to have to get my Muddy Waters album out ...
E.