Precious Moments Of Exquisite Joy Poem by Margaret Alice

Tea time at ten, been running since seven,
only typed about twenty words, looked up
ten terms, for the rest tried to organise a
farewell function

Too little too late, only speeches will take
place, what fun, filled in leave forms, listened
to a colleague expressing distress, signed a
quarterly report

Buscaglia says it doesn’t matter which path
we take, under, over, left or right; as long as
we enjoy the journey, I’ve enjoyed this little
morning so much

Loved jumping around, making comments and
being alive, precious moments of the most
exquisite joy…