Not A Life Worth Saving (Revised) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Not A Life Worth Saving (Revised)



Colleagues industriously typing away, I’m fighting
against an attack of somnambulism, fell over and
crashed – threw some objects down to cover my
faux pas, I would enjoy it if only a fairy tale were in
my mind; maybe as someone who sleeps on her desk

I should be on early retirement, so desperate to rest
I always feel sleepy while everyone else is earning
performance assessments grandly, yawning only
gains me frowns from successful contestants who
are awarded merits – but I cannot concentrate on
bureaucratic boredom, head hanging down – now I
remember, asthma pumps can save the situation

I must buy one today, looking forward until lunch
break comes around and I can be off to buy things
to rekindle my waning interest in life – plus a life-
saving asthma pump; of course – just an after-
thought, living overwhelmed by proliferating
forms is not a life worth saving – obviously

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