Numbers flash up on the noticeboard
Train is bang on time
Being whisked away to a different world
With a friendly chime
Passengers embark for another day
Of grime and sweat and toil
Computer screens and ringing phones
While kettles and tempers boil
And yet for so very long
This world has not called to me
Free to do all manner of things
No daily grind for Three
School runs and praise assemblies
Made up my routine
Add hoovers and tidying to the mix
Making sure it's all clean
But now those chores have ended
Or rather banished till weekends
There's other tasks set before me
With which to make amends
And three six five it totalled
To the very date
Snap, add one year on
But in my head it doesn't equate
Where did all the time go
It just vanished in to thin air
No burden on my shoulders
Seemingly free of stress and care
But now it's back to reality
Nine to five straight through
Hold tight, let's go together
And may be I'll feel brand new
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