Mark R. Elias


Go To Work - Poem by Mark R. Elias

Staring into space won't help
Nor will the looking down.
By all means pinch yourself and yelp.
It will backfire, I own.

Your best bet's work, of any kind.
A tedious task works well.
My mind has blessed me glimpse of mind
Should I do jobs from hell.

Should I be splitting soil apart
Or mowing stony grass
My mind has brushed against my heart
With touch as sharp as glass.

Should I be bagging fallen leaves
Or clearing chicken hay
My mind has sparked on why it grieves
And drives me grief to say.

Should I be putting out the bin
Or bringing in the shop
My mind has let me nearly in
And caused me nearly drop.

Should I be painting up and down
Or wiping left and right
My mind has to a heaven flown
And tasked me tell the flight.

Should I be working on a poem
A poem that's no good
My mind has nodded that I'm home
And working as I should.

So should you understand and think
You've mind in you to tell
I recommend the bathroom sink.
The toilet bowl as well.


Comments about Go To Work by Mark R. Elias

  • Freshman - 1,222 Points David Harris (8/26/2014 1:57:00 PM)

    This is good. A most enjoyable read. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 26, 2014



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