Christopher Grieves Poet Rhyme

Work

Work

I tap and I fiddle
I type and reply
For people-machines;
Have developed an eye

I make and repair
I schmooze and I laugh
There's a time I have made
The occasional gaff

But I hope that my presence
In the whirl of it all
Is stable and calming
In the midst of the squall

Of the storm in the workplace
Where friction exists
That I smooth out the wrinkles,
That my face kinda fits

I hope that where Spirit
Is lacking in reams
I can channel some love
In bright flowing streams

To bring hope and fulfillment
A sense we belong
That there's more than the grind
As we bumble along

I hope I'll be missed
Once erased from this circuit
And my daily devotion
Has been totally worth it

For now I'm content
As I tightrope this circus
For my heart knows I'm here
For much higher a purpose


Jinjagoliath
24th February 2023

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Deb M March 2, 2023 at 11:11 PM Wonderful poem Christopher…l think your presence and what you bring to the place would be sorely missed. Really enjoyed this! Debx

Daisy Meadows February 25, 2023 at 12:16 AM A good poem about the work place. Well written. Christopher Grieves May 18, 2023 at 2:50 AM Grateful thanks Jeanette - I hope it would be a mantra of sorts to remind me I am not just a cog. It's going well so far :-)

Aysha Nuwas February 24, 2023 at 11:03 PM I thoroughly enjoyed reading this poem! Christopher Grieves May 18, 2023 at 2:51 AM Very nice of you to say Aysha - I really do appreciate the feedback :)