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
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