FRONT OFFICE BURNOUT

Everyday, Same old same,
They come in and sit,
Hoping for a sign, Good news,
Whatever,
They sit in front of me, Waiting for the word,
One's they want to hear, One's I cannot say,
Everyday at nine they open the door,
They sit and tell me all thier troubles,
Everyday,
It sounds all the same as it runs together,
At five it all ends,
Yet everyday, The same old same old etc.......,
You may leave at five,
But after awhile it follows you home,
The stories, The tales and woes,
Dreams,   No,   Just nightmares,
Alarm rings,  You jump, Feeling  the dread,
Everyday now,
You walk past your door, Past your office,
A few doors down you enter,
You take a seat at his desk,
He looks at you and thinks,
EVERYDAY......

Richard(PHOENIX)Cartledge   6/27/09    (c)