55 to 5

By Simon Lawrence

Endless page turning,
Midnight oil burning,
Brain churning,
Sleep,

What’s it all for?
What’s the end result?
A lump of gold to put in my vault,
It’s all worth it,
I hear again and again,
As if words alone could ease my pain.

Each section lasts an hour or more,
With 55 of work,
No time to bore,
A five minute walk,
To the place I’ve just left before,
For 55 more.

It started a month to soon,
It’ll end a month too late,
No time to run up a huge pub slate,
It’s really not all that great,

More page turning,
Light-bulb burning,
Brain churning,
No sleep.