Robert Melliard Poems
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This Economic Crisis
My son has given up his job:
he survived for almost a year
but finished up stressed-out.
He worked fourteen hours a day
for 1,500 euros a month.
He is a land surveyor;
he studied for five years
to get his degree.
That was his first job
and he is disillusioned.
One night they kept him in the office till 5 a.m.
then he had to go to work again at 8 a.m.
and measure accurately all day.
If he made a mistake
the company would lose money
and he would be responsible.
Another night they had him measuring by lamplight:
the job had ...
They never bought each other diamonds,
rubies, sapphires, pearls or gold.
The only precious things they keep
are memories of days they spent
on golden coasts with turquoise seas
or viewing snow-enamelled peaks;
tangled up in bed;
or simply playing with their children
or dining out with friends.