Working day
another day all the same
no games no fun no meet-ups
day of 'productivity'
meetings and wasting around
there you are and bored to tears
staring vacantly at them
discussing line after line
how to sell and what to buy
prevent loss and make profit
to preserve this humdrum life?
weekends come and all seems fine
to the parks and to the malls
as we all throng the same paths
happiness on discounted racks
laughter for another time
as you reached back to home
you closed my eyes and fell asleep
waking up once again to
another day
all the same
Now I am always amazed
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BT what a sad poem. I am intrigued by the line "you closed my eyes and fell asleep". Why not "I"? Whose perspective does this poem assume?
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