Stifling a yawn she awakes
As the sun through the clouds do break
A long week ahead she does have
She hopes it’s good and not bad
So Carey goes to work slaving away
All for a wage just above minimum pay
When she gets home it won’t stop there
So much to do, does anyone care?
Dinner to cook for her kids and partner
Washing and ironing and that’s just for starters
If she’s lucky she’ll get to watch some TV
Maybe read a book if time there is free
All she’ll have is an hour or two
Then to bed ready for the day to start anew
So the cycle begins again
This the life of Carey, who is she to pretend?
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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