Daytime

Daytime, a chance one would think

To relax quite nice, with coffee to drink

Unfortunately it seldom is the case

For most of us, caught in the rat race

We have to toil and weary ourselves

To enable us to keep food on our shelves

Where is that happiness about which we hear?

Not to be found whilst toiling here?

But on occasion we do find

There is some joy within the mind

And sometimes in truth we see

A better future, possibly, for me and thee

But until that day comes along

Each day, hour, minute we must continue to be strong

And persevere at whatever task