Routine Existence Poem by DM W

Routine Existence



Nothing interesting to do today
It's just the same old nine - to - five routine.
Get in a car or catch the bus or train
Off to work again; clutching broken dreams.
Then some hours later, it's back home for tea;
Watch T.V and then we retire to bed.
Not much of a life I think you'll agree.
I wonder if we'd be better off dead.

Monday, August 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: modern,satirical
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