The Bell

Off goes the bell,
Out goes the hand,
Up out of bed,
Out of dream land.

Into the shower,
Stifle a yawn,
Up at this hour,
Face to be shorn.

Down goes breakfast,
Followed by coffee,
Check out the weather,
Step out, we’re offee.

Drive into work,
Think of the day,
Chafe in your shirt,
More meetings, dismay.

Make it to lunch,
Cram it down quick,
Grab another coffee,
Feel a bit sick.

Into the car,
Back home again,
Look at the sky,
Here comes the rain.

Eat tea,
Play about,
Over too quick,
We moan and shout.

Children in bed,
Work then TV on,
Try to empty your head,
Before the evening is gone.

Starting to slow,
Probably will crash,
Get ready for bed,
No time for a bath.

Brain has gone,
That’s it, kaput,
Time to switch off and on,
Time to reboot.

Off goes the bell…

This is pretty much me explaining to my kids how I ran myself into the ground in my last job. Way too many of us are forced to run through life like this to service our debts/keep a roof over our heads. The internet, great though it is, also means work encroaches on home life for many of us, making matters worse. I feel like we’re collectively stuck like this as it’s so all consuming: who has time to dream of, much less work towards, a better life when we are never off the treadmill? Isn’t that kind of the point?