This is a poem for all those people out there who are having a stressful day and need a good laugh.
Day in day out of the same place.
What is that grimace look on your face.
Good luck just like a four leaf clover.
All that can go wrong has gone wrong but the day is almost over.
Not wanting to be spoken to or even to speak.
Sighing in need for the end of the week.
Two days out of seven for relaxation and joy.
Only to return back to work on Monday, because now you realize that you’re still employed.