Forced to Think and Not Enjoying itWith 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
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Written on 2020-07-15 at 15:16
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