Playing Musical Chairs Everyday Poem by Vera Sidhwa

I play musical chairs everyday,
Shifting from one corporate seat,
To another that had just emptied out for me.


It was so interesting to see,
How the handing over of power,
Returned everyone back to the same place,
A strange feeling of someone occupying your space.



This childhood game,
Was so musical and fun then.
It employed the breathlessness,
Of taking someone else's place,
Till someone took your's back.


But in CORPORATE settings,
The running around seemed tiring.
Even though more empowering,
When having acuqired the position of another.


Yet in however many circles,
We ran around in life,
To secure that coveted promo seat,
It still came full circle.


That no matter how fast we ran,
Someone else could run faster,
In musical chairs that wouldn't stop,
In a rat race that wouldn't end.


Knowing you reached your goal,
Then knowing you didn't,
For having reached the end,
You've reached just another beginning.


In the rat race game.