The SecretaryA Poem by Dana day in the life...The Secretary
Her fingers dance across the keys, Bony ballerinas, precision movements, Stereotypically typing and filing, Emailing, phoning, never once smiling.
Sipping her tea through lipstick thick, The cup is drained with a woman's kiss, Ringing her man on the office phone, Hoping tonight that she won't be alone.
Lunch time comes, an hour of freedom, She hates how quickly it always goes, Back to the hell-hole, her boss is waiting, With piles of cassettes he's been busy dictating.
The afternoon drags with the pace of a snail, Painting her nails to speed on the clock, Still two hours to go before the day ends, When she hits the pub for "drinkies" with friends.
Angry client on line is dealt with with ease, Denise is adept at asuaging old men, Looks up at the clock and it shows five to five, First smile of the day, she is feeling alive.
Leaves troubles behind as the office door slams, It's Friday and she just loves the weekend, With a spring in her step and the wind in her ear, She is already tasting that first sip of beer... © 2010 DanReviews
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Added on July 8, 2010Last Updated on July 8, 2010 AuthorDanCanterbury, Kent, United KingdomAboutI like playing with words. I will write a book. One day. Maybe. more..Writing
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