It's always the same thing,
day in and day out.
It's all so routine,
I just want to shout.



It's really not so bad
the first ten years,



after that it brings on tears.



I get up in the morning,
and grab some tea,


top it off with toast
and some honey.



Then quickly I get ready,
and off I go.



Thinking of my work,
I feel so low.



Sure I get to go home
at the end of the day.



But I don't have time
to do things my way.


Nine hours at work with
a couple of short breaks.



Two hours to get there and back
is what it takes.



Getting ready in the morning
takes me about an hour,



then I need two more
for dinner and a shower.



One more hour to take
the dog for a walk.



Returning my calls
is another hour of talk.



I need at least eight
hours of rest in my bed,



so the next day
I don't feel dead.



Now sum this up,
and you will see.



I have absolutly no
time left for me!