Wedged between a rock and a hard place

By Stanley Collymore

I unfailingly get up every working day and with usual

personal preliminaries out of the way responsibly

head off to the job that I fortunately have; as

I’ve a living to make, a family to provide

for and a roof to sustain over our heads. Not the

easiest of tasks at times I assure you but I’m

well aware that what I’m doing is utterly

imperative to our daily existence and

that of itself does appreciably help

to energetically focus my mind.

Surviving is what some of you might call it,

and basically when judged objectively

they’re absolutely right. But then

what other course of  action is

realistically open to a genuine, working

class individual like me outside of

perhaps unexpectedly winning

national the lottery? Other

than  for me to keep on

working as hard and

long as I reasonably can

in the earnest hope of

properly resolving

this problematic

obligation that

I’m firmly in.

© Stanley V. Collymore

6 November 2019.

Author’s Remarks:

Whatever definition one might attribute to work it is none the less an aspect of life that most of us, at one time or another, out of necessity, for fun, through coercion or some obligation or other get involved in. And consequently our expectations as well as our experiences of it will naturally be very varied.