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Some work day mornings just fill with sour time.
The evenness of the florescent lights is annoying
I see all the familiar faces hating every moment along with me.
A department meeting, how horrifying.
The common voices outlining choices--that have nothing to do with you
Blacken and blue, I must stomach this painful gathering of shrews
A pressured push in the brain
To not let this poison my day
I rely on pleasant memories to carry me away:
The last cherished talk, the phone message from a friend.
I really can’t wait for this meeting to end.
Now my agitation has been noticed.
I am not paying attention--thinking about folly and Ben.
The expression on my face shows rejection
Can she see my recollection of the last time we met?
Crap now I am found out; she must be judging what my whole life is about.
Turn toward her stare, show sincerity and care
Easy now tiger-- and smile--give the moment awhile.
Save face, my Japanese ancestors would say.
I am disciplined, this is work--not time to play.
Don’t let distraction make you her prey.
May we rest, now? Just for an hour, or two?
Twenty four seven, being busy
Doing the million things we do
And now that you type real fast, we are always dizzy!
While your toes do practically nothing
Except dress up in socks and shoes
Our day has no end and no beginning
We’re always in the groove
Conscious or unconscious
At every beck and call
Aware that your time is precious
So we give it our all
Where would you be without us?
Who would scratch that itch?
Maybe time management would end this fuss
End this frenzy before we ditch!
Have you ever been a-flying?
Up in the sky so blue?
If you have you've seen the people...
Who provide their service to you.
Flying for them is a profession,
One of service, assistance, and care.
How often I have marveled...
At some of the insensitivity they must bear.
Have you ever been a-flying?
In a plane with silver wing?
If so, you've met the people...
Whose "Attendants" is their thing.
I have seen them courteous and collected,
Even in spite of a boor.
Somehow, you know they're thankful...
When he's finally out the door.
Have you ever been a-flying?
Up above in a crowded plane?
Have you ever wondered...
How those people do not go insane?
Life for them is walking,
Thousands of miles each day.
And with each step on that airplane...
They greet each person the same way.
Have you ever been a-flying?
Up high...more than a few miles?
You must have met the people...
Whose job is to give out smiles.
For courtesy is their profession,
No time to give way to personal vents.
So, next time you get on an airplane...
Be thankful, for the Flight Attendants!
I'm in a hurry I cannot stay, it seems the time just slips away.
I try so hard to get things done, no time to do it all under the sun.
Deadlines here and deadlines there, so many deadlines everywhere!
I have to work, no time to play, just to get things done today!
I shall forbear to wile away
My time in discontent.
But with each day,
Endeavor to extract from it,
The good that God has sent.
For though in awe of Him,
Intrepid, I shall strive to be.
Catering not to some earthly whim,
But at a Godly gait, in haste,
Using the time He's given me.
For as sure as each day brings,
With it a rising sun.
So time, the devourer of all things,
Will cause my sun to set
Making my life's work, soon done.
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