Enemy In The Trenches: Further Chornicles Of A Workplace Poem by Ragy Sandid

Still the age walks by
And lessons learned stay or fly
You'd think once you knew, that knowledge
Would still brew. Little did I know.

So, at work, you have the plain
And the pretty. Pretty nice. And the ones with advice.
You have the philosopher and practitioner. Sometime both.
And the young and the old. The bland and the bold.
Then you're told the advice of gold.

That really glitters in your face. Let's face it.
A lot of them like the easy out. No doubt.
And some like to tell you just what you want to hear.
When they study what you face to fear. So dear.
They get you near. And tell you the way out is here.

So simple a plan. But you don't understand.
Love is short on supply, heavy on demand.
So they give you the best thing any human can give:
A smile. A layer that covers layers of things you can't forgive.
Work's motto. Live and don't let others live.
It's a sieve.

And we'll make sure you believe. Before you leave.
That we loved you beyond belief. But you're deceived.
We didn't hurt you. It's what you perceived
That led you to be bereaved.

And so on this fine day, something from me was taken away
That may lead to some sort of shaky stay
Because of the one advice that gave me away
The pretty, joyful, youthful, smile-full, philosophical, practical one
Gave me advice. I though it through thrice.
Shame on me for rolling the dice.