A ray of warm sunshine streams through the curtain
dream-infused eyes catch light.
Lazy golden curls are tamed
morning coffee, wash away the night.

Grass green goes the robotic disk
the bustle, the speed.
Suits and polished shoes
swish and click away down the street.

Birds deliver a glorious composition
a heavy door dims out the sweet melody.
Paper work cities reaching heavenly heights
become the priority.

Then the clock on the wall chimes five
soon the moon rolls swiftly in.
And after a night of restless slumber
a new day will soon begin.

So the lonely workaholic's tale
ends on a monotone.
If only all the hard-earned bills
could buy more time with those who matter at home.