Drudgery

Drudgery

I have a respectable employment

Have had it for a couple of decades

It used to be a joy

To work

Now a lifetime

Of working has passed

Becoming a drudgery

Along the way

I started here

When it was a new plant

Things were viewed

Through rose-colored glasses

The sheen wore off

And the real work world

Hit me

Squarely in the jaw

And then the drudgery

Slowly crept in

So now my working days

Are a chore

So much so that

I don’t want to anymore

Retirement is

A few years away

I can hardly

Wait

My job is humdrum

Monotonous for sure

I will still strive

To do my duty

Each day at work

Until the glorious day

Of retirement arrives

And this drudgery ends

© Phil Renaud 2016