The Day After

The day was tiring,
And the night was dark.
The work was pain,
And recess was stark.

The bosses were firing,
And the peers barked.
The computer conked,
And the calculator sparked.

Tea spilt over,
And the ink pen leaked.
Floppy got corrupt,
And the flash drive irked.

The clients fired,
And support staff fumed.
The shirt was sweat flushed,
And the self inside fused.

The spiny words hurt,
And hot tears hair combed,
Aspersions tweaked and veins itched,
And pitches raised and nerves numbed.

All but the day was over,
And life was still in and kicked.
Footbridge remained intact,
Though the ropes were lost but threads were picked.

Good lord that it’s another day,
Alive it is to help make amends,
Beautiful morning into good day promises to be,
And with rays of hope the time contends.