You are sitting at your desk
Time for a well earned rest
To drink coffee or tea,
To look out of the window
Where there is plenty to see,
People rushing by
A man stares back at you
With a glint in his eye,
Then you hear a baby starting to cry
You notice a robin,
Perched by the water’s edge,
Weaving and bobbing to eat his bread
The clock strikes twelve
Your break has come to an end
Your coffee cup is empty
Still you cling to it, like it is your best friend,
The telephone is ringing
Your client awaits
You have redeemed all of your coffee breaks,
Until tomorrow looms
When you will once again
Meet the mid morning blues
By Gillian Sims
“redeemed all your coffee breaks” . . . this is so true!
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