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
Donna Wood
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.
You write very well! I've said it many times here. Maybe this downtime came along so you could refine your craft?
ReplyDeleteI loved your poem, especially. the line....I can't think that any politician's our salvation. Anne
ReplyDeleteA very good one, but then they all are and its true too. Paula
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