The time goes by
Slower than ever.
Only two hours left
I say to myself.
I grab a box, beep.
How may more days,
Beep, months, and years
Will I be here, beep.
"That's $27.53, sir."
I take the cash,
And give some back.
"Have a good day."
"Yyou too, Miss."
Have a good day?
I can have a good day
In one hour and 58 minutes.
Hey, I reviewed this, so you should check it out. You seem to write a lot of poems that relate to me. First, the poem about leaving a number for a server, and then this one about running a register. Anyway, check out my review if you want some feedback.
ReplyDeleteCheck you in class,
David the Mathis