2010/05/07 Escape Poem by Margaret Alice

Eyes red and swollen, I hope no-one
sees me this way, crying alone in the
garden, only Junior - the Jack Russel
near, all the squashed hopes of today

A new form determining we are only
administrative office workers without
prospects - oh, we receive a salary
an original Bafana-Bafana shirt

All kinds of perks – like a computer on
which to do our work; tears streaming
I wipe them away, no-one to listen as
I explain my disappointment regarding

Dreams that I used to cherish - the
crocodile is depressed, reacting with
flight as fight is not an option in a
mammalian world, no confidant

My own fault of course, I do not offer
a shoulder for others to cry on, why
should they invite me to cry on them-
as soon as a new dream takes shape

As soon as I escape dreary reality by
dreaming - I shall feel better again...