Never Enough

You still won’t say it

 

After years of secret scribbles on lined paper

Sweat poured down a lashed back

Bending over a faded computer screen

Calculating generations of formulas

 

You still won’t say it

 

Walking across a dusty stage

Wearing less than fitting monkey suit

Scroll of mass achievement being placed in my hand

Smiling into your camera

Screaming I did it

 

You Still Won’t Say It

 

Pacing back in fourth in front of a huge desk

Shouting out orders to my underlings

Six figures placed into an account with my name on it

Giving you 5 those figures every end of the month

Never asking for anything back

Except,

 

A simple “Thank You” would be nice