ONE OF THE BOYS

A walk in the park
Helps clear your mind
From the constant bombardment
A break from the grind.

Pressing deadlines
Expectations galore
Don’t you ask yourself
What’s it all for?

You try and smell the coffee
The roses are in bloom
But there’s no time to enjoy them
You’re exhausted before noon.

Your name and fancy title
Determining your self worth
The house out in the country
The designer shoes and purse.

Texting and emails
All the graphs and conference calls
The meetings, the deadlines
All the push backs and the stalls.

You’ve got to make the money
You’ve got to stake your claim
But truth is once you’re gone
They’ll forget you came.

Climbing the corporate ladder
All the pressure and the noise
So many expectations
To be one of the boys.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories. View all posts by Patty Richardson