For What
Stress.
What is it? Something good, something bad?
Accepted. It’s part of British life.
If you’re a professional - you should be able to deal with any stress the job entails? Really?
Should we? Should we?
Stress. They make you eat it. They make you love it.
For what? For profit? For pride?
I am anti stress. I hate it. It makes me less effective. It makes me question my proven skills.
Why?
Is it a British stiff upper lip ethos?
Do we have to give it all?
Do we have to sacrifice our families for money?
Do we have to crawl?
110%? What is that?
Every hour, every day, every week!!!
Heart failure, mental breakdown.
It’s expected. You give it all.
For what?
For what?
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2020
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