Spring (poem by me)

Dear Boss,
If you have found this note in my empty chair,
Then you know I abandoned my post,
I do appreciate my job but it feels unfair,
that I’m working while you are off (playing golf),
I promise to return by a solemn swear,
on Monday when it reverts back to being cold,
And my body doesn’t feel like it will explode
Because I’m in here
….and it’s seventy degrees out there!
Your Worker

© 2016 Kim Bond

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