Tap tap tap…
To the sound of the oldies
Like chicken in a barnyard
Pecking at grain
On dry, hard ground
I type
Telephones ring
Echoes on interruptions
Doors open and close
I must greet each one
Collect from tenants
Like pulling tigers teeth
They moan and complain
About each little thing,
But won’t pay their rent
Balance the books
Numbers go on forever
Marching in line
Like an army of ants
Climbing a tree
Striving for a higher destiny
Manage the propery
Too much responsibility
Stressed each day
Like a cartoon character
With bulging eyes
And hair standing on end
An orchestra of office machines
Hum a tranquil and unique tune
While the clock
Ticks the minutes away
One by one by one…
As if it were an hour glass
Dropping granules of sand
Separately, piece by piece…
A day in the life
Of a secretary
Will it ever end?
The rumble of motors
Traffic picks up outside
I know it won’t be long
It’s 4:55 and counting…