Started a job today
well below the pay
needed to keep my sway.
Most grotesque
throttling a desk.
In the distance
rolls with persistence
tracks guiding subsistence
floating on the Breeze
like some dormant disease.
John Tesh knows what’s best
for my bird and our nest,
whenever I get stressed
he spits out sound advice
from a script most concise
while Fast Car plays
at nine on most days
to lock me in a glaze.
“Life could always be worse, ”
creeps my mind like a hearse.
Got my two year raise
along with brash praise,
my best news in days.
With a pat on the back
I chug back on that track.
That common spot on the dial
suppresses all those hostile
emotions piling up bile,
but Teshy’s got advice on that
within his prerecorded chat
before playing We Belong,
must be his ten o’clock song
I try to hum along.
I try to forget why
monotony makes me sigh.
To the sound of chanting,
I was presented a plaque granting
praise to my decade of enchanting.
They honor my dedication
with a cheesy wall decoration.
In the distance plays
the calm, consoling rays
while I grieve for my lost days.
Yep, I believe many of us have felt like this at some stage...very well thought out..another 10
What a great poem! Very well constructed and and frightenly familiar to my own daily grind... And is that a Pat Benatar reference I see? Well done! ! ~Ray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very well structured poem with its diverse rhyming patterns. I like the matter of fact voice of the narrator with his touch of angst lurking behind the optimistic theme of finding a door into meaning. Your have a good ear for poetry, John and great emotional depth to your words. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥