copyright © Andi Dawson
The end of the day is the best,
when shadows flit around the walls.
The staff all disappear,
the noise stops, there are no more calls.
A pin could drop
and it would be heard for miles.
There’s no need to sit upright now,
no need to force fake smiles.
The cleaners emerge;
They want to tidy away the day,
pack up all the stress,
wash the office politics away.
Oh yes, the end of the day is best,
without a shadow of a doubt.
My workload leaves my mind,
as I run to the lift to get out.
