Before the factory door <br />The worker suddenly stops <br />The fine weather tugs his sleeve <br />And as he turns <br />And looks at the Sun <br />All Red <br />All Round <br />Smiling in the leaden sky <br />He winks familiarly <br />Tell me comrade Sun <br />Don't you think it <br />Somewhat sad <br />To give such a day <br />To a Boss. <br /> <br />Translation. <br />Le temps Perdu. <br />Jacques Prévert.<br /><br />David Holbrook<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wasted-time-8/
