Old Bank Street, Manchester, UK by R.A.D. Stainforth
He asked me to work late,
The work-load that kept piling on,
Been years now, behind my old desk,
I've been working like a slave,
While he reaped benefits of my hard work,
Myself, never even received an increase in stipend.
Well, enough is enough now,
I want to be free,
Chucking this monotonous job,
I run to the streets, in glee.
It was raining hard,
Just a handful out on the pebbled streets,
I didn't care, no really I didn't,
Cos' that stormy night,
I found a sense of calm within.
This post is for Magpie Tales 263
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