Work in a box

Thick is the door, to store of gold. Life is easy, but real busy. Nothing good, answers speedily. Who must win, has learned to endure..

I have been here a few times,
stuck in a job, watching as minutes take hours to pass and a day feels like a week.

I like how you yearn for something as simple as somebody tending their guttering, or a bird or just anything!!

Yes life can be a cage, but how do those lucky few live without restriction?

nice poem.

Lovely job keep it up

Once I walked in New York, women are different there.
Resting in them self, walking with a mobile earplug talking to invisble persons, one hand holding the iPad the other a Coffe to go.
Maybe the broke out of your poem?

I like how you said in the first stanza that you are bored and since it is your work that you do it I everyday. So I loved the imagery though it is simple. I can imagine a person just sitting there in a box so to speak doing nothing. But if there is work to be done it's really boring. I like the use of the window. That plays in nicely here. You want to escape and the window is a little taste of a freedom you cannot have. That made me smile. Coffee it seems is the only thing that will wake you up here and it doesn't seem like you have had it yet. So to me maybe it's still early in the morning but it feels like it's draging on forever. The use of rain also made me smile. I think you are using a metaphor for sadness but just my opinion. You are getting lost in the fantasy of being outside and even though it might be raining anything is better than being at work. I loved the question you asked the readers at the end. It shows me you wanted the reader to walj a day in their shoes. Overall this is a very unique write that can be based on a lot of people.