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For Ivan
by Monique LouwI reach for a cigarette and a light
A cup of coffee and another long night.
I heave a heavy sigh,
And my inner voice asks, "Why?"
Is it worth the pay,
To burn every waking day,
In service of the ungrateful,
Doing work that's quite nearly hateful?
Is it worth the pain
Over and over again,
Of working through the night
Just to get it right?
If no-one cares unless it's done wrong?
08/10/2011 Author's Note: Just a little rhyme made up while waiting for my machine to reboot...
Posted on 08/10/2011
Copyright © 2025 Monique Louw
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/11/11 at 12:14 AM ...monique, quit a bit o' wit, m'lady...hellava message between the rhyming, i must say. it's a trip when out of semi-ennui one can arrive like the postman with a drop-dead post...yours is great. |
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