First Job

First Job 

Walking on eggshells for hours on end, 
I took steps on glass panels. Always in the wrong 
Direction, though I was never told which way to 
Tread. 

Co-workers cherry-picking even though we were all 
Paid the same. Not wanting to be the one on our supervisor’s 
Walk of blame. 

Every day wishing the clocks would rapid fire
Chiming on the hour in succession. 
Home-time; it never came fast enough to 
Stop the tears in my eyes. 

In a perpetual state of feeling weak, unworthy, 
I wanted to crawl back into bed. To shut the world out, 
Slam the door and pull the covers up over my 
Head. 






Emile Pinet
Give Me Your Best New Poem Poetry Contest
15th October 2019
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Agustin Avatar
October 19, 2025 at 10:26 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
Radhakrishna Avatar
October 23, 2019 at 4:20 PM
Very nice. A daily occurrence for many! Well reflected.
Roper Avatar
October 20, 2019 at 4:39 PM
Great verse, Yvette, congratulations on your win. Hugs
Naden Avatar
October 20, 2019 at 10:18 AM
Thank you, Emile.
Pinet Avatar
October 19, 2019 at 1:35 PM
Congratulations Yvette! Your poem earned a distinguished place in my contest. This contest was very tough to judge, for I was very strict, well done my friend, Emile.
Romios Avatar
October 17, 2019 at 5:32 AM
Excellent Emile! Good luck in the Conntest.
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