Most look forward to the relaxation of Friday night,
The boss and the workmates finally out of sight.
After a week of stress, I can sleep or drug the mind,
I can stop barking at the wall and for two days be kind.
But what's this? sick kids, and broken toys on the stair,
I need quiet, much attention, and tender loving care.
My wife says she's exhausted too, but that cannot be,
I'm the one who's been at work, oh my! poor me!
What has happened to the promise of little work much play?
Of the social offer to do a week's work in just a day.
I know I should be grateful just to have a job,
But that is no right to treat me as one of the ungrateful mob.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not much relaxation and peace and quiet with kids as your fantastic poem in awesome poem reminds and tells it all yet the childless and lonely have more pain so I enjoyed your super cool lament. Kudos I must say. pleez do comment/review my newest poem too, titled, Dream Holiday places