The New Year unfolds within the same safe
routines and calm evenings, kids ignoring us,
a colleague discussing a terrible Christmas,
crying, hyperactive family visiting - while
others were having mini-strokes; the French
text on my desk: I need emotional incentives
To carry on, hoping that satisfaction in work
done will give a feeling of accomplishment
and the joy in searching for magical objects,
rekindling the ability to discover trinkets to
offer as gifts sharing my delight with other
people; will return - but I feel quite bereft
Our security guard company is gone - there
are no friends to greet with laughter and fun
at the entrance - the stuffy office is a prison,
yet I DO count my blessings: It's a privilege
to have a job and colleagues, to know I can
depend on them to be fair and hard-working
Sigh - good grief, if this isn't the most boring
little life I've ever heard of - I would like to
know what is, not even Bert Kaempfert's
Swingin' Safari and That Happy Feeling
have been able to bring back my smile…
[6 January 2015]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
New Year unfolds within the same routine of life but still let hope well and hope for security and bringing back smile again even inside busy schedule of life. Nice on sharing definitely.