O, To Be In Work by Ruth Nunn
Another dawn wakens me, gloomy and bleak,
Offering nothing of promise, little of hope.
Another dull day in another dim week
Offers still no end to this long gruesome slope,
Into spiralling debt, still further arrears,
With no means of settlement, just further dues.
No hope of employment to banish my tears,
Just ludicrous dreams of some favourable news.
Applications and c.v. s speculative,
Letters enhancing my value, my credit.
Replies, brief and standard, are all negative.
Employers blind to my best traits, my merit.
Days are dull and frugal, unstructured and long,
Austere, penny-pinching , a miserable void.
O, the busy, complaining, nine-o-clock throng!
I long to be salaried, valued, employed!
I long for something much more worthy to show
Than debts, unemployment, advantages few;
For a ready answer when people must know,
“What`s your line of work? Tell me, what do you do?”
O for the daily slog, the hard-working grind,
For constant effort ; not one minute to shirk.
For tough work practices, a boss most unkind,
For rules, regulations. O, to be in work!
O to earn for myself a comfortable wage,
For colleagues in an office of friendly mirk.
O for a worthwhile reason to mark the page,
To be useful, busy. O, to be in work!