On
the floor
People
rushing in
Time
is ticking
Everyone
seems a hurry
The
doors swing
Every
few seconds
The
crowd keep walking
Some
will run in
The
doorman smiles
He
knows why
Some
will be late
The
red faces in the office
Some
take the lift
Others
take the stairs
The
lower floors easy to beat
The
time then waiting
The
Boss arrives
As
usual late in his office
He
can afford this little luxury
He
doesn't need to rush the traffic
The
doorman nods his head
The
Boss says hello and walks in
The
office by now are busy
The
day has began
The
Boss and his workers
They
need each other to survive
In
the world of businesses
Nobody
should claim it alone
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