Busy office, typewriters click,
paperwork...God, itís inches thick.
Telephones ring the dollar sign,
Take line two, Iím on the line.
Bosses rushing, get me this,
I need it fast, the line just clicked.
Telephone company, blast them all,
they do it every other call.
Itís raining out, the sky is grey,
Inside these walls, a busy day.
Itís warm in here, but the air is stale,
sometimes I feel like Iím in jail.
I look out to the mountain heights,
while getting freight rate papers right.
I put them in the bosses hands,
he then decides and makes the plans.
I work along with others too,
They let me know whatís right to do.
A major decision comes my way,
I tell the man heís out all day.
Yes, kind sir, he will be in,
come sunshine, rain, through thick or thin.
Tomorrow morning, bright and gay,
Yes, Iíll make sure he calls your way.
Hereís my number, take it please,
and file it where heís sure to see.
The day is slowing down a bit,
Close to four, near time to quit.
And off I go to home and rest,
another one down, I passed the test.
And glad to be in my own place...
tomorrow is another day.
© Deborah L. Kelly