Working Days Are Near

 

Our days are numbered,

The end is coming near,

We try to brace ourselves,

The remaining time we hold dear,

I wish we could stay forever,

But, it turns out that we can’t,

The reality within arm’s reach,

A wish that cannot be grant,

The memories will last forever,

The pictures say it all,

Precious times spent,

Having an absolute ball,

‘Not to worry’, we tell ourselves,

We will do it again soon,

After all, it’s up to us,

To march to our own tune,

Indeed, it’s back to daily working life,

Schedules, lunches and plans will be made,

Our vacation time lain to rest,

That’s how it has to be, I’m afraid,

We’ll forge ahead like soldiers,

Doing what we must,

Early morning wake-ups,

Will cause the most fuss,

So, when the day comes,

And we hear that familiar sound,

We’ll Lurch ourselves out of bed,

Off to work we will be bound.

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