Raining It In

It’s raining where I work today
But I’ll show up and earn my pay
Or try to: try to prove my worth
As though each day was a new birth

But through this pane of glass I see
The wild world in front of me
And hear the booming thunder roll
All things beyond my weak control

The vanity that is my life
The constant struggle, strain and strife
That daily I myself surround
Like rain, as it comes tumbling down

Weekend Limericks

If I think at once of all I’ve

To do, then I’ll never arrive:

It takes some denial

To get through my pile

And come out the backside alive

 

This conjures an image intestinal;

Perhaps, then, to work is just destinal —

The weekend, it’s true,

Is just more to go through;

At least, “going through” is directional —


 

(“Weekend Limericks” – 10-9-2015)

Hallways : Luxury Hotel

How did I ever end up here?
It’s like a sort of fantasy –
And yet, these halls are real,
And this is happening to me

But sill, life’s downs and ups
They are but little understood:
And when I wasn’t looking
Things turned
Good

Hallways : Modern Office Atrium

So what now, can they make of this place?
All is still to do;
Location’s good, they have the space,
No effort they’ll eschew

The dreams of those who try their hand,
Another, average day;
An empty room turned into something,
That’s
The human
Way