A great event yet I know better than to tell
anyone, I keep a low profile and take the
adrenalin-high in my stride, no rejoicing
about challenges faced and overcome
Filing beaming smiles in my mind without
comment, no writing reports, all is well,
Corney and Judy are satisfied with my
assistance; keep memories to myself
No sharing anything with unwilling ears,
ensconced in quiet and calm, offering
no unwelcome words, returning to
hostility, warfare and chaos
No embroidering recent events, delegates
were content with services rendered as
they were ushered from A to B while I
observed protocol, liaising with
Service-providers on request; the delight
in little things; humour, fun and hardship
shared a secret firmly entrenched in my
heart not to give offence as before
Today I can be trusted to look suitably
depressed because that's how I feel
as a lowly civil servant in dereliction
of duty due to the fact that
I enjoyed ushering instead of suffering
suffocation in the space where long
lines of meaningless terms flow
over my desk…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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