Two Kids And A Mortgage To Feed

each day unfolds just like the last,
wake up, eat toast, make tea;
becalmed between future and the past.

with happy thoughts or mood downcast,
catch bus, swipe in, make tea;
each day unfolds just like the last.

the clocks move slow, the emails fast,
click on, click off, make tea;
stagnate between future and the past.

the odd new face, a change in cast,
sit here, print there, make tea;
each day unfolds just like the last.

a week off booked, a sickie grasped,
sleep in, eat toast, make tea;
adrift between future and the past.

but it's a job; the dole queue's vast,
don't cry, don't howl, make tea;
each day unfolds just like the last,
becalmed between future and the past.