24/10/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
Round here, it’s service with a smile.
A big, broad nice to see you type smile
That says I’ve just come on shift today
Even though I’ve been here for five hours.
You serve the customer with a smile
Regardless of whether your pet just died
And you had to break the awful news
To your child on the seventh birthday.
You stock the shelves with a smile
Even if you’d rather be anywhere else
Because this is what pays the bills
And puts food on the table.
You man the register with a smile
Because the customer is always right,
Even when they’re not
Because that smile is your shield.
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
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Friday, October 23, 2020
Sunday, September 27, 2020
Insecure
27/09/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
She smiled but she tried to hide it.
It drew attention to her.
Attention she didn’t want.
Attention that made her feel uneasy.
She smiled, but fleetingly,
As if it might draw someone’s eye
And they might see her,
The her she didn’t want people to see.
She smiled though it pained her.
She feared the stares that followed.
They didn’t mean to do it.
They couldn’t help themselves.
She smiled through the awkwardness
Because people only saw the outside,
The scars that were surface deep,
The scars made others uncomfortable.
She smiled despite the insecurity.
It wasn’t those scars that bothered her.
It was the scars on the inside
That people would inevitably see.
She smiled but she tried to hide it.
It drew attention to her.
Attention she didn’t want.
Attention that made her feel uneasy.
She smiled, but fleetingly,
As if it might draw someone’s eye
And they might see her,
The her she didn’t want people to see.
She smiled though it pained her.
She feared the stares that followed.
They didn’t mean to do it.
They couldn’t help themselves.
She smiled through the awkwardness
Because people only saw the outside,
The scars that were surface deep,
The scars made others uncomfortable.
She smiled despite the insecurity.
It wasn’t those scars that bothered her.
It was the scars on the inside
That people would inevitably see.
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