WORK Date: Monday, 4th April 2011 @ 07:24:06 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Sushila WORK It is almost ten o’clock at night Alone in the office I am sitting tight Trying my best to clear this load of paper. Work, work, work it never seems to end Deadlines and timelines with no grounds to bend Yearning I am to see the pace getting lessened. Tomorrow comes with yet another day of tasks Though withered with fatigue, the faces wear masks Enduring the challenges that lies in a hard day’s work. This poem is Copyright © Sushila Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=165659