The passing of days

To the week that was
That has now passed
It’s had its ups and downs
Some high times
And some lower ones
Some smiles and yes, some frowns

I’ve worked it well
I’ve worked it hard
I’ve taken every hour
And used it wisely
Making most
Of honesty and power

But now it’s Sunday
Yet again
And rest comes to this frame
Before the morrow
Brings with it
Another week again

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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Taking a break

Mid-December is here
We’re winding down fast
Christmas it seems
it with us at last
Just a few days to go
and all of them manic
as colleagues and projects
go into a panic
But the end of the week
slows down quite a bit
so everyone here
can get used to it

Several days off from work
more important things loom
Time for family and friends
which we’ll all see quite soon
And then we’ll forget
what drove us berserk
as we all take a break
from the pressures of work

©Jemverse

Photo – Shoreham’s concrete sheep taking a break for Christmas – Jempics

Telford

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I quite like travelling
But sometimes it’s a chore
Especially when your working day
Is eighteen hours or more

Telford up in Shropshire
Two hundred miles away
But on a train – eleven hours
To get back within a day

Beyond the call of duty
To retain one’s sanity
So I’ll not be doing that again
Too much travel there for me

©Jemverse

I am an island

It is a bleak time , this morning thing. A manic push with faces sour

A grey-grim gloom as though a cloud should hand long o’er this morbid shower

Yet I have a clear recollection of a brighter time with a glimpse of the sun

I am that face in the crowd with a smile, the one who heralds clarity when the day is done

 

Still shuffling feet the chain-clad throng, all eyes lowered firm to the ground

Or focussed on a middle-distanced view, move slowly on with ne’er a sound

And yet, spinning round in the centre, I look through the cloud to the blue behind

I am an island here, a beacon to the pleasure that waits for the grey to find.

©Jemverse

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