Work to Live

Part 1 (..Live to Work)

A dim light shines in a never ending tunnel, and I dont know where I am. I'm trying desperately to claw upwards but the pains still there and I feel so weak.

I climb towards the light, anything to be away from the dark, I climb for hours, days, months who knows.

When I reach the light I wake up to find my wife asleep by my bed. I feel like jumping for joy but my mouth wont move, I can barely lift my arm.

It takes me months to rehabilitate, I receive some flowers from work everyone has signed them. No one visits though, my work colleagues are to busy to visit a sick old man.

I read the card the odd funny quip, the newbies signing thru a sense of duty. But my heart tells me no more, and I close the card and the work chapter of my life.

When I get out of work tt takes me and marie time to adjust but were like newly weds again. Sure we argue I even get a part time job (so we dont kill each other). But work seems like a dream only the occasional pain in my chest reminds me that it isn't.