I finally decided to write a poem (about an individual during working hours) after being challenged by a colleague. It's been so dreadful that I'd to pen down somewhere. Here goes:
The Typical Working Day
Entering the office
to board into a crowded train;
You face sulking people
that find greeting a pain.
Sitting on your chair,
to fight in a battlefield.
You get into despair,
that find no way through.
Facing your computer
to see your greatest enemy.
You fight hard and harder,
that find no way to defeat.
Leaving the office,
to walk past the haunted station.
You heave a sigh of relief,
that find relaxation -
Home is still the best.
(c) 2017 Gillian Gan L.Z. All rights reserved.
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