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The Legend of my 7th Job
After Assumption School I had
My 7th Job I prayed to God
In March 6, birthday of the father of me
I applied for a job to our Mayor Attorney
In March 7, birthday of Sandro Marcos my love
I submitted my PDS to the office of the above
In March 10, I started a Novena to St. Joseph the Worker
I prayed for my 7th Job sooner or later
In March 16, Magellan's discovery of our country
I had my biometrics in the LGU of our municipality
In March 20, St. Joseph's Feast Day celebration
I started my 7th Job after a long, long vacation
This is the legend of my 7th Job
A job I hope no one from me can rob.
-04/07/2023
(Dumarao)
*Good Friday
I entrust my pension
To a silver town.
I have retired.
"I am different from others.
I was a civil servant."
The moment I enter the silver tower,
That scent of a silk road.
I drift off to sleep for a moment.
Awakening,
A dining table is spread out
Before me.
Five years later,
As the money in my pension runs low,
The food gradually grows saltier.
They are waiting for my death.
"You have basked in the sun for too long.
Soon, the moon will be waiting for you!"
Allow NO ONE to belittle you
for the position or field you have
either chosen or landed –
whether it be temporal or permanent,
whether it be a job or a career –
to you.
If it’s legal –
regardless of what it is you DO –
It is most definitely HONEST living.
There’s NO shame whatsoever,
Only MODESTY and DIGNITY
in TRUTH and HONESTY!
Hence, give NO regards to those that underestimate you
For whatever it is you DO for a living in your occupational field.
Let NO ONE speak ILL of you for doing NOTHING else for NO ONE!
If you have EVER been EMPLOYED, you are SELFLESS – not SELFSH –
By having worked for someone, you’ve invested in THEIR dream, contributing to THEIR success and constructing toward THEIR achievements – NOT YOURS – one brick at a time – even LONG AFTER you’ve already been honorably resigned or abruptly terminated!
For the term you’ve served or filled – however LONG or however SHORT –
You’ve occupied “the vacancy” and fulfilled whatever “the need”
you DO or DID…every day you reported for work in exchange for a
“stipend net change” of the business founder’s “gross pay dollar…”
YOU, SELFLESS DREAM-BUILDER, YOU….?•
The aluminum lid he lifted.
Polished clean? Hunger struck back!
“Your days are numbered,” he vowed
To a woman who counted not coins, but breaths.
“Did I drink with your money?”
“No. You drank our supper.”
“You sit at home without a job.”
“You take loans. They disgrace me.”
Co-operative shame on her doorstep.
He called her liability.
She called for freedom from foolishness.
Both broke. Both bleeding pride.
Going out to express myself.
Feeling the way I am overworked
Tormented by things running through my brain
People telling me that I'm not going to make it
Anger is rushing in my heart.
Depression is pushing to my soul.
Bitterness is overrun in my blood.
My emotions are gaining no control.
I'm just tired everyday and nothing to show for it.
Advancing up is not even an option.
Being overlooked for hard work
Dying for being over appreciated.
Who should we put in charge of time?
Who?
Who?
Who?
Someone thought we said hoot, hoot, hoot.
I was thinking maybe the bandicoot.
The owl! Guy suggested as if it was a great idea, so large!
I was not sure, but he is more aggressive and also in charge.
So, we put the owl in charge of time.
He did a poor job, but I kept silent this opinion of mine
Because Guy is the boss, so we just got used to it being night all day.
I wanted to say “what an idiot you are,” but jeopardy of my job was in play.
Good job at looking after the mob,
Sheltering them from the fog,
Keeping them off the grog,
For giving them opportunities to brag,
For stimulating their brain with tricks from a bag,
For offering up laughter with a gag,
And putting thought into the food for the mob.
Good job Bob.
You have to use the right tool for the job
Or else it won't work and you'll sob
When you do it without a fight
You know your doing it right
Trying to eat a sandwich with a fork just won't work
You have to use your hands or else you won't smirk
Empty in your job but strong in your work
Life shifts, but a greater purpose will uplift.
As you sift the boundaries of time
You must reach your prime
Putting things together will
Help you steer through all the different weather
Empty in your job, but you remain strong in your work
And this ignites your purpose in life
Mark Frank
Copyright 2026
Lovers gotta love,
Happiness--an inside job,
Enjoy interludes!
Angel-shadowers;
Glowing, glad for you
Now dim; affrighted. The world.
Its burden to bear!
Thoughts, mine. As close by
As do alike hang
This new route about. Warm. Chilled!
Each step's wing-shook air.
The alarm rings, morning starts,
coffee cools before it’s dark.
Clock in, clock out, the hours race,
another day gone without a trace.
Screens, machines, the endless pace,
the same four walls, the same old space.
Lunch feels late, then it’s already night,
time keeps slipping just out of sight.
Monday’s gone, then Tuesday too,
Wednesday fades, Thursday drifts through.
Friday’s here before I know,
wasn’t it just Monday, not long ago?
We chase the hours, they don’t stay.
Night turns to morning, then drifts away
We move through work and all we do,
Time keeps moving, it slips right through
But somewhere in the constant motion
a breath, a glance, a fleeting view.
there’s a moment that feels like living,
even as time runs through.
diner waitress does not know
her brief touch and smile ...
stopped me from ending
A special place was made for the old red Mack
Right out front of the house with its shiny stack
It earned this space
It paid for this place
Forty years from Ohio to the east and back
There was a lady named Kate
for her job she was too late
soon she was fired
soon she was hired
her old boss is now her mate!
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