Dear Newsletter Readers,
Welcome to this week’s edition of our newsletter and I hope it finds you all in excellent spirits. It’s been quite a while since I’ve contributed to our weekly offering and as I’ve been thinking to get back into writing a few lines of poetry, I thought I would put something of a short poem together just to get myself back up and running. And what better place to start than writing a poem about work, in this case leaving my workplace. Until next week, keep safe and enjoy the weekend ahead.
Leaving work
I tick what I’ve done off my jobs to do list.
I check back through it to see if any ticks have been missed.
I change from my work into my going home clothes.
I look around to see if there are any items of rubbish of which I need to dispose.
I gather up the unwashed lunchtime cups and dishes left on the side.
I return them to their residing place washed and undried.
I close the window blinds to a cold, rain sodden dark and dreary day.
I look around reminiscently at the place in which I’ve earned my day’s pay.
I turn off the lights and pick my bag up off the floor.
I open and then double check to make sure I’ve locked the office door.
I relieve myself, flash my face at the toilet mirror and give my hair a finger comb.
I switch the security alarm on, have a last look in the postbox and then take a slow pondering stroll home.