I resign

I resign,
from the days of 9 to 5,
to the days of 5 to 9.

I resign,
from standing in a single file,
in the freezing cold and the Scottish rain,
to spot the company bus from a mile,
before my patience wane.

I resign,
from waiting for the bus,
the bus with only one life,
there and back it brings us,
there before 9 and back after 5.

I resign,
from the beautiful Scottish Highlands,
to the expansive Scottish lowlands,
from the miles of Scottish lochs,
to deep fried pizzas and Mars bars.

I resign,
from all my possessions,
from the house i stay in,
to the Mini i drive in,
from the bed i lie on,
to the sofa i sleep on.

And finally,
I resign from my company,
to be in a different country.

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• work
• life
• change