Remember the old saying, "An idle mind is the Devil's workshop"? Now that I've been at home recuperating for so long, I understand it fully; here's a poem I wrote yesterday along these lines:
MISSING MY JOB
© copyright November 1, 2004
Wnen I worked, I got away from all upsetting news;
I was not caught up in gloomy TV newsroom views.
I was much too tired at night to harbor fears and dreadings,
And did not have time to spend obsessing on beheadings.
Now it seems I doubt the very fiber of our nation
(I can't think that any politician's our salvation).
My workplace was a haven from the grim and unexpected:
Little did I understand how well I was protected.
When I worked, I didn't even know when it was raining.
I could laugh at other people's moaning and complaining.
When I worked, I found the time to have a little fun:
Someone please just wake me up when this election's done.