Work days, apart from train trips to London
For meetings, but they weren’t all work; rather
A mixture of work and some relaxation
Walking the ‘streets of gold’ is always fun
Whether with colleagues or alone, and just
Sitting on a train’s hardly taxing. Some
Good chats, no work done as the wheels caressed
The tracks at high speed. You forget the gist
Of your worries that same morning on the
Way down there. Green fields, trees, canals, the sun
(If you’re lucky) all passing by in haste
As you sit and relax, coffee or beer
But today, hard work, stress, near exhaustion
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