The Queue Poem by Dona Jean

The sun shall rise at the East of dawn
Clocks alarm to awake the master
Prepare to work to proceed after
Never know time flew and gone.

Busy workers forget itself
Even eating time, past hours
Can't manage and clear herself
Just to finish the job on time.

The day shall start and will end
Day and day routine you play
Gone to home and rest in bed
Closing your eyes-
felt too tired
Think and think the day the same
Too tired to think you fell asleep.

Cause the day shall start and will end;
Routine each day the same.