Much More To Life

Pour a coffee,
Light a cigarette,
Add more coffee,
Its not home time yet.

The turmoil’s and decisions,
Of a normal working day,
Shall it be tuna or chicken for lunch?
With a cappuccino or café au late?

Eating in or out?
Out I think, I’m fed up of their faces,
All pretence and showing off,
Make believe airs and graces.

It wears you down, it really does,
Acting in this play,
Don’t bear a grudge to anything,
Allow the meaningless to have their say.

For what they don’t know,
Unlike you and me,
There is more to life,
Like our Spouses, our friends and family.

Work most definitely is not,
The purpose of this life,
There is so much more to enjoy,
Far more than this work shite.