A Working Mans Footnote Poem by Matthew Holloway

Let us drink and forget
The day, this day
For it is only a collection
of hours and minutes
All seemingly meaningless
Another day like yesterday
And all those yesterdays before it
Routines play out from waking
To work and its service
To a unfulfilling wage
The daily monotony ages us
As time passes with haste
We count each day down
Waiting for that time away
To be with ourselves
Our family and friends
Awaiting that sweet moment
Of freedom as we wake
Not to work a day
And so dreams are inspired
To win great wealth
And retire young
That our lives are liberated
From an existence
Of continual occupation