zoom

sometimes all the day to day

stuff that you can't put away

never ending, no fung shui

no time for even a coffee break

Monday's like this aren't any fun

time for zoom, you gotta run

please no questions, not even one 

wrap it up, so I get done

the drive home is not too bad

not the worst day that you've had

all ideas from your launch pad

made the bosses pretty glad

home at last, now where's my wine?

time to free the working mind

spinning wheels that once did grind

bounced off you as I unwind

you smile, you nod, you fill my glass

as I am running out of gas

he says "honey, that is past

enjoy the evening, let it pass"

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License