Boxed In - Poem by Andy Brookes
'You don't tick the boxes.'
The lady at the agency said.
'What boxes.' I asked
'The criteria.' her eyebrow rose in frustration.
'I have the experience.' I said.
'Ah but not the youth.'
Not said but implied.
The realisation dawns I am too old.
Most of my life I have been forced into boxes.
I was always uncomfortable
And managed stubbornly to oozed out.
Stepping out side the box, when young,
And being a maverick is seen as bravery.
Stupidity when your old.
Now I don't fit any box or tick 'em either
Age and experience count for nought.
The young with their blind antipathy,
Not meant to hurt, dismiss unkindly.
Then slowly you disappear from the view finder;
This is their time.
Now as I hurtle towards the terminal.
I realise I will soon fit a box
As everyone does in the end.
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