Best Things In Life Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Brave all morning long, tackled
the threatening document, read
the sentences again, completed
the required Work-On-Hand sheet

Started on the ramblings of indigenous
people obliged for being acknowledged
as such - and sighed, my powers spent,
this long grey day seems to have no end

After the hairdresser trimmed the feathers
on my head, I have no more excuse to go
out into the rain - tired and bored I cannot
sit still in the office, yet this is where I am

Life is non-existent when no great ideal is
beckoning and only routine not worthy of
so much unwilling dedication is calling to
the restless spirit to laboriously continue

The long slow march into the vastness of
a cold destiny without hope for challenge
or exciting adventure - only hope is to
sink into a wonderful book, the source

Of all the best things in life…