When Quitting Time Comes

Jan 5 2016 7:20pm

When time is weighed against a frame,

in passage to tomorrow's domain,

some days will shine but most will be,

between the void and memory.

My job right now is something slow,

a crawl of sorts a place to go,

with those who claim it is a race,

I will not try to keep up pace.

To run me down with prod and horn,

is not the purpose which I was born,

and though it seems to aggravate,

it gives no chance for to inflate.

My strength is not as it will seem,

for what is life besides a dream,

and so I sit with lead in hand,

to try as I may not to be bland.

Author's Note

A poem a day keeps the career demons at bay.

Reviews

[bela]

I like your poem and the message.

[Papaya]

Really enjoyed the message in this and your author note! Rhymes were good. check the 3rd line of second stanza

[Footprints al carbon]

Thank you. I fixed it :)

[DanielaMorris]

Very good job (-: I enjoyed stopping by to read.

[Footprints al carbon]

Thank you.