More goodbyes coming up this Friday
I look forward to the weekends no more.
Burgers and french fries, ice creams chocolate and vanilla
and smiling sad faces around the table
Lesser Hellos on a blue Monday morn
and the tight blinds encase me in a world of subdued grey
The air conditioner cools the room faster now, chills it
and I hear Joe Cocker sing “With a little help from my friends”
The once large buzzing office goes eerily quiet,
The seats around me empty and cold.
Voices and cheer subdued,
Backaches are back.
It’s an inky blue light that surrounds me,
I stumble, blindfolded into the murky grayness of the economic depression.
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