Cancelling the meeting
Not out of intent but a drive towards a natural leaning
Tired worn out day beckoned to my inner self to rise
And 'cancel every meeting'
So many weeks beneath a plastered ceiling
Rooms filled with sanitized 'chat'
And endless boardroom meetings
Tired of this thread of wasted days
Of Rotas and Agendas
And 'after dinner smoke and haze'
So much sound and noise
Yet no one really speaking
My inner voice rose up
' At last, I'm cancelling these meetings!
Too much expense of bickering and strife
I must depart this shallow world
And engage with life!
For if that was 'the dream of happiness and success'
Give me the nightmare, I'll live it twice as well
In decadence and 'servile mess'
And just to counter any stress I will anon
My boardroom days are well truly over
capoot........'they're gone! '
yvette smith 12.3.09
poem by Yvette Smith
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