Retail Poem by Joseph Contardo

Retail

Rating: 4.5


I want out! Don't want to do this any more.
Ground me down til bones surfaced.
You forced me out
Thank You-
Wouldn't have done it on my own
Didn't have the guts.
Made a change-
Never saw it coming
Resurface in new form

Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: work
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 30 January 2016

Changes! To face the odds. Nice work.

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Chinedu Dike 18 January 2016

Lovely piece of poetry depicting loss dignity in labour of one who is unenthusiastic and has no passion for his/her job. A big problem and hurdle facing most working class world over. The situation is indeed very deplorable, and ultimately could lead to depression. Love for what one does for a living is certainly an integral part of professional fulfillment. Nicely encapsulated poem, well articulated and insightfully penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing Joseph. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.

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