Spent my whole adulthood
Working nine to five
Working for the man
Told my son
I’d play catch some other time
Told my daughter
I’d go her dance recital the next time
Told my wife
I’d take her out next weekend
I never did though
And as I sit here in this empty house
In my drunken stupor
All I can feel is regret
Wasting my life away
So that I could enjoy myself someday
But that day never came
Everyone I ever loved is gone
And I’m stuck here
With my regret.
About “Working Nine To Five”:
This poem is a response to fellow blogger, Kevin’s, No Theme Thursday prompt post for this week. He has some great picks this week but this image just stood out to me today. He has awesome NTT prompts every week, so do check out his blog for more.
I think we’ve all seen it. People working so hard their entire lives to the point where they isolate and alienate themselves from those they love. Only to end up regretting it in their last few years. And I think the saddest part is that people don’t even have any other option. Sometimes you work that hard to provide a better life for your family. And sometimes you work that hard because everything costs an arm, a leg and a kidney these days and you have no other option. It’s heartbreaking. And that’s what this poem was about.
The title and theme is of course a nod to one of the greatest country musicians of all time- the fabulous Dolly Parton.
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