On Changing Jobs Poem by Jon Post

On Changing Jobs

Rating: 3.8


Clearing, now, my desk, I feel
curmudgeonly companionship
with those with whom I work. I’ll
miss them;

Sean, whom I despise, I’ve gazed at
longer than I looked at Claire
when we were married; more hours
my monitor I’ve examined
than my sleeping lads.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 13 January 2012

A great poem, liked it. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Human Right.

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