Forced to Think and Not Enjoying it

With the rain comes enforced contemplation.
One no longer gets to pass the day performing
Mindless tasks. The conflicts, all that's
Unresolved, come jostling forward, frowning,
Grumbling, saying they must be addressed.
One finds himself that harried clerk, who'd
Hoped his shift would pass by smoothly,
Begging for a little time to set things right,
Apologizing, getting nowhere with the issues
Which had gone unmoved before, and glumly
Praying to the sky to clear and end the rain.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-07-15 at 15:16

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bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
I can feel for that clerk. At times, I end up doing the same: "praying for the sky to clear and end the rain."
2020-07-16


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Ranchers have a slightly different attitude toward rain. It's the paycheck.
2020-07-15