Monday "Puente"

It is Monday and many people here in Barcelona have a "puente" means tomorrow is bank holiday and as today is Monday people have this day off too.

Unfortunately i am NOT one of them lucky souls. So here is a poem to share my misery with the people who are also having to work in these cold and poor conditions.

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Walking down the streets, faces full of gloom,
Not until the sun rises will you see us bloom,
It is cold and dark; no one mutters a word,
Everyone jumps off the train like an animal herd.
I push to the front like a diver looking for air
I work on this bank holiday and think it is terribly unfair.

Shops are closed and restaurants are empty,
Eight hours of work will make me lose all serenity.
I walk to the bar and have my coffee,
Hopefully this dose will leave me less dopey.
I walk into the office and no one is in site,
Its glum and cold, I feel like I need my clothes wrapped up tight.

I look at the screen, press refresh for some news from someone,
Not even a message or an email to distract me with fun.
I am counting the hours from the clock on my screen,
I know it will not help but this is what work life is this mean.

Luckily tomorrow I will get to rest,

Ill stay in my bed, all cosy in my nest.