Poor Working Stiff Poem by Melvina Germain

Everyday the same routine,
following orders, part of a team.
Roll out of bed around four,
shower, have breakfast and out the door.

Facing traffic, swears and sneers,
hurtful feelings, ah who cares.
Drivers on cell phones, giving the finger.
music blaring, powerful singers.

The closer you get to the office door,
that feeling of dread hits you once more.
You look across the crowded room,
observe the faces of doom and gloom.

You say to yourself, I want much more.
I need the strength to walk out that door.
Reality steps in, you know you can’t win.
Tomorrow you start all over again.


Inspired by my friend “Sig Lemke”

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: June 25,2007