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
Copyright © Christopher Grieves | Year Posted 2023
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