I wrote this today just for fun and it is my first attempt at writing something lighthearted. I wrote it in five to seven minutes, so be gentle! 
It starts with a thing called work,
That melts youth away into silver hair,
And though I’d like to change it, I cannot,
For who can learn to love that snare?
Why does the tip tap of my fingers,
On this black and hard plastic shell
Compose no music, makes only sound,
And yet arrests me under its spell?
Come and learn it, o amateurish one,
That while you work day in and day out,
Your little head is actually in limbo,
And the rest of your body wants to shout,
So though there is work, I surrender,
The eyes have seen enough for a day,
Call me another time to do whatever,
For slumber is calling me, so go away!
Well done!
Thank you!
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