Lounging in my office

Lounging in my office

All alone am here;

Lounging half awake.

Idly listening to the wind

Blow through my window.

One tired feet on my laden desk;

A picture perfect symbol of tired.

Me and the wind had a talk;

He was howling all his woes

At globetrotting a thousand times.

I was silently bewailing my fatigued self.

We both have been overworked for the day.

Mine has come to a pause,

His is still in play.

I envied him his freedom at first

But then I wondered aloud,

What he saw in my state to feel bitter about.

He told me in his whooshing speech,

How he has no pause from work;

Can’t even grow tired without dying.

Work is his life and recurring hell,

And there’s no end to his walks.

Although we had a grumbling talk;

A ghostly, refreshing opening of the mind,

And we envied each other our states.

We both knew, deep down we can’t 

Switch places or swap fates.

I know I’d rather work hard half the day

 And have the time to rest like now,

Than trot the globe like the wind

Lounging apace in my office.

©️AdeayoPoetry 

03/02/22