The Appearance of Progress

Every day, the same charade: you walk into
The conference room; you get a certain cold
Respect; from some, now that some time
Has passed, attempted camaraderie, but you
Know that, when you're not present, they
Call you that name.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-01-11 at 21:33

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carolo The PoetBay support member heart!
remember how the teachers were named when you were at school
2022-01-14


MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done!
2022-01-12