We slave and toil most of the weeking
Giving our time and energy
To line someone else’s pocket with our money.
We cram ourselves on to already packed trains and buses
In order to get to our desks on time
Only to stand chatting for half an hour about our weekend.
We leave our homes and return in the dark most days
Giving all our daylight hours
To sit inside a box room filled with artificial light.
We work weekends to finish important reports
With impossible deadlines
That no one ever reads.
We miss out on so much time with our loved ones and children
To sit at our desks dreaming
Of what we’d do if we didn’t have to be there.
We watch the seconds, minutes, and hours tick by
Ever conscience of the time
Until 5pm when we forget we have watches.
We spend hours writing up minutes
to meetings and distribute
only to the people who were there anyway.
We spend hours surfing the net, online shopping
and doing personal finances
and then complain we can't meet our deadlines.
We call in sick when we are well
Then come into work ill
because we don't want to have too many sick days off.
We complain we never earn enough
yet at our personal development meeting
we fail to speak up for ourselves.
Working: it doesn't seem to be working for me.
Author notes
Working, doesn't it just seem like such a waste of life?
Please tell me what you think
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oh so true!
In stanza 6 you mean conscious.
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Irony?
It seems as though you are going for some sort of irony here. Such is the nature of things when people are stuck doing something they are not passionate about in order to put food on the table. -
I agree
Its true. I get up at six in the morning and get home at six at night. My nights are filled with online school to better myself by getting a degree so I can get a better job that will take more of my time from my family. I can really relate to this poem. I fell it should be a blues song lol. It fits the mood and feel of a blues song. Thanks for sharing this with us, The working mans/womans blues
Peace, love and Hope
God Bless
Tammy
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KOOLIO!
INTRESTING WRITE! When you put it that way it reminds me of a Tom Hanks movie. I enjoyed your description of the artificial lit boxes. Many of us do line the MAN'S pockets with gold & pay for a house that is never REALLY OURS! Seems pointless for sure, still it is what we have & until we all work for a better way, we will always live for the MAN!
I DID ENJOY YOUR WRITING REALLY I DID!
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Nice
I was pleasantly surprised by this piece. The more I read on, the more involved I became. It is surely a very truthful indictment of the slavishness of working in our society. I especially like the idea of "dreaming of what we'd do if we didn't have to be there" as I can truly relate to that. I will, however, say that some of the points you raise are slightly over-done and perhaps even a little cliched (i.e. working for someone else's gain, working in a "box" etc). I would suggest putting your own interpretation on those points, personalise them. Perhaps what your (or the subject's) particular "box" looks like, maybe pictures of the family that are so missed. Just an idea. Otherwise, I thought it was a nice, simple and well-written piece with thoughtful and well-made points. Well done.
j
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