Do you think you’re indispensable?
Irreplaceable… at best?
Well you’ve got yourself fooled my friend
No one could be as good as that!
There is always someone better
Stronger better looking and younger too.
Standing in line just waiting
Waiting to replace…” little old you! ”
Jobs use to be a dime a dozen
It wasn’t as much as whom you knew.
You could get a job without a college degree
No diploma needed… proving the worth of you.
So take your nose down out of the air
Get a grip on just where it is you think you’re at.
Because believe me you’re replaceable… my dears’
And you’re not… really all of that!
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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