Hourly Prayers

I get to my desk on Monday at nine
I groan at my in-tray, it’s already piled high
I glance at the papers as I sort out my things
As soon as I sit down the telephone rings
I must take a note but can’t find my pen
Oh Lord, please help me make it to ten!

I’m aware of the dangers while opening mail
A painful paper cut, or breaking a nail
I kick the shredder as refuses to chew
Which just hurts my foot and dents my shoe
This truly is not my idea of heaven
Oh Lord, please help me make it to eleven!

At last, I leave for a ten-minute break
It has to be done for sanity’s sake
While out the boss got really irate
He’d lost his notes and was now running late
Through his desk I had to frantically delve
Oh Lord, please help me make it to twelve!

Before I can even think about lunch
Over the copier I have to hunch
Repeatedly opening each tray and door
Trying to figure out what that flashing is for
Finally it stops and the copying gets done
Oh Lord, please help me make it to one!

The fax machine’s twisting the paper around
Now it’s making a really weird sound
The paper comes out in one big mangled bunch
I can’t take any more! I’m going to lunch
On my way back gum sticks to my shoe
Oh Lord, please help me make it to two!

The staples inside my stapler keep bending
The fax has gone through but the machine keeps sending
All envelopes I filled have now come unstuck
At work, I never seem to have any luck
My tea spilled and burned one of my knees
Oh Lord, please help me make it to three!
Frustrated and tired I decide to file
Someone opens a window and it blows over my pile
Papers fly everywhere like birds taking flight
Once gathered a dictionary holds them down tight
Wondering what else this day has in store
Oh Lord, please help me make it to four!

A call to say our visitors are delayed
I panic when I realize the coffee’s not made
I can’t find the filters, who finished the cream?
Perhaps I’ll wake up and find it’s a dream
Not sure if I will make it through alive
Oh Lord, please help me make it to five!

My day’s almost over, I’m ready to drop
I spend the next hour checking the clock
A frenzy of phone calls and last minute chores
I may need assistance to walk through the door
Days like this will drive me insane
Oh Lord, please help me tomorrow again

Hourly Prayers

butterfly4265

Morristown, United States

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