It Never Ends

the work day is nearly
over.
a fast whirl wind
of phones ringing,
papers shuffled and filed.
computers lit up
and hot.
everyone is gone.
more than enough money
has been made,
but you're here late,
late again.
this is your life.
nothing else matters
but work.
not family, not love,
not fun.
the lights go off one
by one.
the desk is cluttered
with tomorrow.
and the next day.
the door gets locked
behind you. it
never ends.
but we do.
we do.