The Officer At The Field - Poem by sheryl belwa
Loan Officer is my name, and I play the toughest game
I'm the front liner they say, Field officer every day.
I walked on every streets and crossed every way
I climb the mountain, up and up closer to the sky.
I stroll around, plains, valleys; on the outskirts I reach out
I come and go, to and fro; enduring the climate, cold and hot
Rain or shine I have to go just to ensure they pay us back.
I deal with different people, harsh and kind; sweet but liar.
When I go to my clients, some face me, and some do not.
At times, I am threatened and even cursed to the max;
But I need to go back, with all the smiles I can mask
It's the life I take when I'm out from that four- cornered box.
Hard as it may I reached even to the farthest of the place;
I have targets and commitments waving before my face.
I keep in mind that I work not just for my sake,
I have clients, teammates and family that keep me awake.
It's tough, oh, how tough my tasks are everyday!
But in our arena, amongst us all, I'm lucky I say
I get to learn life, directly from the people I meet;
Lessons I will never learn sitting whole day behind the desk.
This kind of life is funny and full of irony.
At one point, I am welcomed and really regarded
Next time, doors are shut; clients need to be located;
They made me feel needed but soon enough I am hated!
At the field I get hurt yet at the field I seek for comfort.
I'll keep the lessons from the good and bad things you displayed;
From accidents along the way, from disappointments with your ways.
I may be the lowly employee and situated at the bottom today;
Slowly, I'll work myself up and ultimately be better someday.
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