
Another Friday
Another day alone
It must be nice to sit
Inside your little home
I get up and dressed
Go out and catch a bus
I get to work
And sit at my desk
Alone again
It seems like such a
Waste of time
I wish that I was home
The days go slow and
It’s not that I
need help
But it’s nice
to have
Some company
Some days I find
It hard to stay
When at work
I am alone
Just to have
Another nearby
Gives comfort
Without a word
Sometimes I think
That I am
The only one
Actually working
At this place
While others are
Having fun
I give so much
And get so little
While others
Get all the praise
I try so hard
To not be bitter
But here it is
Another Friday
And I am
yet alone.
About the Creator
Lynda Spargur
Screenwriter, Author, Creative Writer
Writer, dreamer, creator of new imaginary souls. Using my experiences to develop a better future. Crime stories, baseball and The Beach Boys are my passions.
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Comments (3)
well written
I find being alone very liberating and blissful. Lol. But I do understand how you feel. Loved your poem!
very powerful poem that will resonate with many people.