Just another job..

“Morning Mr Roberts...how are you feelin’ today my old mate?
The council have sent me...I’ve come to fix your backyard gate..
“I’m not too good today Frank...”I’m not going to pretend.”
“My breathin’s getting worse lad...”I think I’m near the end.”
“I wish I could turn back the clock lad...and never touch a cigarette..
I was too stupid to see the danger...it’s my biggest life’s regret..
Now I’m forever attached to this oxygen mask...I need it to survive”..
It’s even with me when I go to sleep...it’s keeping me alive”...
“Sometimes I think id be better off dead...I’m just not enjoyin’ life..
there’s nothing left to live for...ever since I lost my wife”..
“I spend all day, and every night...sittin’ in this tatty old chair”..
alone with my silent memories...of the good times I had with her”..
I hardly get up to walk around...because there’s nothing I can do”..
“The highlight of my lonely day...is meeting someone like you”...
“But that’s enough of my moanin’ lad...I’ll only make you late”...
“Now get in the yard, and do your job...and fix my bloody gate!”

 

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