Sun up Sun down

Raise my weary head

Early morning I dread

On the bus putting along

Not even a bird tweets a song

Routine drags its lazy feet

No chit chat no one to greet

Nameless faces all the same

Isolated but no one to blame.

The office greets with endless routine

Is this life, I want to scream?!

The minute’s slumbers on the clock

Forlornly resounds the tick tock

Finally the time has arrived

Going home to emptiness with no one to confide.

Small chores and making food

Could this be a life so crude?!

Sun up sun down.

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