Robert Melliard Poems
|121.||If Only We Could Both Retire Young!||6/11/2014|
|123.||To My Grandchild (From Afar)||7/7/2014|
|125.||As I Write||7/14/2014|
|130.||Death May Be Easier Now||8/11/2014|
|131.||Asturian Fishing Ports||5/6/2014|
|132.||Heaven In Tuscany||11/20/2008|
|133.||My Spanish Wife||12/21/2008|
|136.||Asturian Raised Granaries||5/4/2014|
|138.||Not Really Poetry||6/10/2014|
|139.||The Thrill Is Gone||7/11/2014|
|141.||Waiting For My Grandchild||7/6/2014|
|142.||Domestic Bliss Or Blitz?||12/13/2008|
|147.||Road Rage 3||12/30/2008|
|149.||The Big Push||6/14/2014|
|150.||Reviewed In Green (Only Comprehensible For Poemhunter Poets)||6/7/2014|
|151.||Poetry And Song||8/25/2011|
|154.||This Time, My Love||6/12/2014|
|155.||Back To Normal||6/11/2014|
|156.||Each Day's A Diamond||12/11/2008|
|157.||This Economic Crisis||12/27/2008|
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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 ...
A Winter Prize
Today was perfect blue on white
(clear sky against great snowy peaks) .
There are paths we could have taken.
But we had some things to do
(gardening and repairs and paperwork)
and so we missed the loveliness
this cold, bright day had offered,
as if we'd won a kind of lottery