Monday at the Factory

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 21st Oct 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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A young man in the 1950's has a soul destroying job. He spends his money on beer at the weekends to forget the depression he is in.

Monday at the Factory

As my alarm clock rings it becomes part of my dream and it gets louder it wakes me it’s time to get up,
Sitting on the edge of my single bed my head in hands it was a very heavy drinking session last night,
Opening the chintz curtains looking out of the window it’s another miserable day I hate it when it’s cold,
Another Monday morning five more days of misery before another weekend what a way to live my life.

Work clothes on a chair where I had thrown them on Friday they are dirty and cold they smell of sweat,
Cannot turn on the gas fire because I do not have a shilling for the meter another week of damp cold,
I begin my Monday carefully washing shaving in cold water my razor tears at my skin I need a new one,
Rolling and squeezing the toothpaste tube it reluctantly gives a little mint paste the tube is now empty.

Putting on my work clothes there is a smell of oil and coolant, gifts from the metalwork smelting works,
My shoes need mending as the toes have been scuffed one of the heels are worn out I walk with a limp,
Five minutes to spare I make a cup of tea no milk that went off Friday I put cold water in to cool down,
Black tea with no sugar is not too bad it’s wet and helps to rid the nasty taste and a hung over dryness.

Now I am ready and walk down the bare wooden stairs to the front door stepping out to a dark morning,
The roads and the tarmac paths are wet there is a shining amber from the neon street lamp's reflection,
Shuffling to the bus stop car headlights bore into my eyes why does nobody dip the headlights anymore,
Along comes my bus it’s 346a that will take me as far as the factory gate then a short walk to my bench.

Other workers walk the pavements to work and the depression is a disease among the working classes,
There will be a few people off on a Monday morning queuing up at the doctor’s surgery for a sick note,
The greyness of the half-light portrayed a culture of despair as the crowds of people went in the gate
Walking through these factory gates your stomach takes a turn nine very long hours to finishing time.


Beer, Drink Tea, Drinking, Factories, Factory, Working, Working Man, Workplace

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I am a Poet.
My passion is to write about nature and the history of nature.

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author avatar David Reinstein,LCSW
21st Oct 2012 (#)

Monday, MOnday.... have had a mild case of the blues on Sunday afternoon since childhood.... back to school/work in the AM.... oh well... There is always next weekend.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
21st Oct 2012 (#)

It's a culture thing. When I started work many years ago I had to work all day on a Monday then go to uni in the evening a very long day. I still do not like Mondays

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author avatar Denise O
21st Oct 2012 (#)

Darn, what a picture you have placed in my minds eye. Well written. Thank you for sharing.:)

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author avatar Terry Trainor
22nd Oct 2012 (#)

Deniso you have made my day. I normally write about the countryside from 1760 to 1986 these closure laws. sometimes I really want to write about poverty and hard times. Thank you for your comments they will stay with me.

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