The Daily Grind

Posted on Feb 15, 2015


Daily Grind

Daily Grind
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So another weekend has
pretty much passed
Already my eyes to the next
one cast
Anything but face another
week of drudgery
Hoping it will finally
set me free?

The nine to five is not
for me
Nor a life trapped in
Paying bills week in
and week out
Where nothing changes
in this town

Oh to live on a boat on
a canal or the sea
To sail away whenever I like,
new places to see
New stories to be told
every day
And new knowledge to feed
soul and brain

One day, one day soon
I hope
But for now I shall
have to cope
Chained to the
daily grind
Biding, biding
my time…

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