he's there
grey hair balding
on the stage
facing the rows
where gaps flourish
in enforced submission
he's there
twisting words
out of the laptop
on the lectern
before him
bored and heavy-headed
the enforced ranks
look up
look down
look around
sometimes shiftily
all have aims to be set
all have targets to be met
would rather be
elsewhere
and he
lover of technology
that does not quite
match his expectations
preaches of the future
that slips away
as soon as
it's predicted
he will sleep
easily tonight
in his bed
beyond consciousness
he'll snore
axing numbers
when cuts are required
to shape his strategic plan
Brilliant description of the chief executive Fortune tellers, tell stories so grey. We revel in the dismay But dire predictions they rarely come true Someone must lose If not you, then maybe I It becomes another fallen sun rise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Outstanding poem. Wonderfully conceived. Great imagery with nice sentiments. Keep it up. I rated it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'A dream of the judgement day' on page 1. Akmal