A Job

A young man on the other end of the park bench complains to his sweetheart Says he really doesn’t like his job and he’s upset with himself for not giving it enough time But the problem isn’t time but I stay quiet He says he wishes he knew what he wants to do He says the good days are good but the bad days are just too hard He says the first hour sets the tone for the rest of his day He says most people out there are rude

4 November 1987