Wednesday, December 23, 2009

a poem about my job

the tray becomes lighter each day
sometimes i think i could spin around with it - tada!
the ebb and flow of knowledge
wait and see
when you wait you see
sometimes it becomes too much
but you must stare it in the face
and smile at it
and ask it if it would like more coffee

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