Miranda is a lover and writer of science fiction, short stories, and poetry.
All work, no time to go away, no time for her
Not enough money too layaway
Just work, toil, work, toil, work
All around her people fly
They travel by boats and trains
They travel by excitement and change
They grow and socialize and see places
They see places that transform minds
They gather at places, that buy, and sell
Buy and sell ease, fun, excitement, adventure
Stress free and good health
She listens to them exchange tales of adventure
Tales of fun and places she's never been
They talk, they rejoice, she listens inside and slowly dies
She works, she toils, she works, then go home
And coils, and coils, up in a corner and wake up the next day
to work harder, and toil, and work, and toil, and plan
She listens to their plans, as they rejoice
They vacation, they laugh, she vicariously sought through
She dreams and waits and plans a life and time when, when?
Will she ever?
Have her day in the sun? One day? Soon?
Then she can rejoice too
One day soon, she will too
And then there will be no more vacation less existence
No more, just a memory, and no more
© 2020 Miranda Blanks
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on February 03, 2020:
I have known people who can only dream of vacations. It really helps one spirit to take one...even if just a few days off work.
Mark Tulin from Palm Springs, California on February 03, 2020:
Vacations are so powerful. We need to make them a priority.
Rosina S Khan on February 02, 2020:
The poem starts with the bitterness of working life with no vacations until the woman in question changes her attitude and yes, she believes she can have a vacation as well. Thought-provoking and well written. Thank you, Miranda, for your wonderful poem.