The days are all the same

Book 22 Page 25

Is it the week end already?

O my! how time flies by when your on the pension.

Saturday, Sunday, Monday Tuesday etc;

they all seem to just ‘blend in.’

And It’s been one exciting week, well I’m only joking,!

cause I’ve been watching the television from morning till night.

I ain’t got anything else to do

than to sit down and watch the television tripe.

For things are quite different for me now,

I use to be so busy.

Making big decisions in my job as the;

big time business man / in the big time city.

But then they’ve retired me, me the boss!

But they gave a generous redundancy package.

But since then the day’s seems to all blend in together,

Cause I’ve got nothing but ‘my self’ now to manage.

For when I was an important executive,

I’d have important business appointments for each and every day.

But now, my days are all the same,

come what may.

And the money they gave me,

well I’d trade it in tomorrow for a good enterprising job.

I’ve just had enough of sitting round the house all day

acting like a slob.

And my week ends are no longer

a time to dine with the boys.

It’s no longer a time for scooting round the world,

in the multi national employ.

For since I been retired

the days ‘all seem the same.’

Nothing different,

the same old boring routine,

day, / after day, / after day.