work - Haiku Book

Wednesday 04/12/19

There’s a certain light,
That dawn has, it seems to glow.
It worth waiting for.

Where does it all go,
The work, the effort,
You know,
Building foundations?

I’m keeping it real,
Just enough to really feel,
And keep me awake.

Preparing for it,
Not really, but it sounds good,
Take it as it come.

Here’s two more Haiku,
Grammatically incorrect,
But I’m loving it.

I’m avoiding work,
Thinking of what I can write,
It isn’t work yet.

A few days of work,
Get my life sorted for sure,
New baby daughter.

Changes are a foot,
A yard or a mile or two.
The scene has changed now.

It’s a long weekend,
Work comes to a speedy end,
Catch the early train.

Have a good weekend,
You can say to more people.
And make sure you do!

What a white wash farse,
Article 50 revoke.
No! They’ll debate it.

Morning train, grey skies,
“Another workday”, he sighs,
Waiting for his break.

Well resting here now,
Waiting to get away home,
Mayby half seven.

That is enough time,
Too many drinks that is bad,
Pointless chatter too.

Distracted just now,
Work talk and jokes and nibbles,
All is going well.

A mornings journey,
Walk, bus, train and walk again,
It’s quite a journey.

I’m very tired,
I think about holidays,
And then keep working.

I’m here on the train,
The start of the week now starts,
Maybe coffee helps?

Just one more stop now,
Then a walk across London
The work day begins.

My mind feels empty,
Numbed with tiredness and more work.
When will it finish?

I dream of a rest,
A time far away, okay!
With nothing to do.