Thoughts of the Workplace

A poem scribbled in a staff meeting, while still paying attention . . .

Working is a dreary task
That prowls throughout my day.
In the sun I'd rather bask
And spend my hours in play.

Yet the work of daily life
Demands I do my part
And I must face the daily strife
While I starve my hungry heart.

And still my poet's soul
Longs for distant hills.
Nature's wealth to keep me whole.
My job to pay my bills.

5/14/01