Saturday, January 24, 2009

Prayers, Portraits, Post-Its (3)

My Bosses

When quitting time came they frowned, muttered, sighed;
Glared, cursed my timing; one actually cried.
Young Word-to-the-Wise prophesied dark days.
All sang of my worth. None offered a raise.

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