Oh new is new
And old is old
But how long does it take
For the new to get old?
She had the new dress
And a shiny new bag
And yet going to work
Still felt like such a drag.
New assignment on her desk
All new ideas on the page
She knew it was a new play
But it was still the same old stage.
Another plan for drinks with friends
“It’s a fun new place!” she was told
But when she asked her friends, “What’s up?”
They just said, “Oh same old, same old!”
So home she returned
To seek comfort in the old
She thought familiar would be welcome
But her heart just wasn’t sold.
She decided to surf the internet
Tire herself so she could go to bed
That’s when she found the perfect solution
And she packed a bag instead.
Called her boss early in the morning
And said, “I need a leave if I am to progress”
“Are you joining somewhere new?” he asked.
And she said, “Oh no, just hitting refresh!”
In response to The Daily Post’s prompt: Refresh
Hi…the poem is certainly not the “same old..same old”. It’s refreshing. Cheers