office pools and telephone lines
they sat inside shadow boxes
listening to the telephone ring
sharing desires and dreams
up and down the tufted line
someone on the other end
complained profusely
to someone who pretended to care
all the while launching sharpened
pencils into the glass ceiling
one of them strolled from station
to station with palm wide open
collecting dollar bills and stuffing
them into a groundless folgers can
come monday morning
they would do it all over again
listening to the telephone ring
and explaining what they’d do
with their fair share
august two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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Guess that’s life…unless…
oh yes – and unless might not make it better either
True.
Noisy desperation instead.
yes, something along those lines….
so sadly relatable “someone on the other end
complained profusely
to someone who pretended to care”
yes, seemingly commonplace these days
Really shows how much people want to want and hope to hope. Very vivid poem!
so many people going through the motions – thank you for visiting and commenting
Hi John, this is so vivid and relatable. Great poem!
Thank you so much, Lauren. So lovely seeing you visiting here again.
Now I wonder who needs most help when calling the help-desk.
too many people are just going through the motions