My poor friend drags himself to work each day
Not a smile on his face or a friendly word to say
He looks so sad
as if he has nothing to look forward to
I want to cheer him up
but don't know what to do
He feels like his life
is passing him by
Feels his marriage is getting stale
and can't explain why
He runs his errands
takes the kids where they need to go
Everyday
he just goes with the flow
He goes home from work
Partakes of his wife's good food
Plants himself in front of the TV
Sits there in a sullen mood
He helps the kids with homework
when they ask
Helps the wife when she needs it
with the evening task
Then he goes to his computer
To surf the internet
Not sure of what he's looking for
Not even sure if he wants to chat
By the time he heads for bed
The hour is very late
But his mind is still swirling
In its peculiar state
When he awakens again
It's just another day
More work, more boredom
No excitement his way
Copyright � Edith Bael
