Targets Poem by Phil Soar

Targets



The target kept on moving and the goalposts often changed
The window of opportunity was lost and locks engaged
The door that was at first ajar, was now quite open wide
Revealing lots of panic and some comedy inside

Monday, August 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: work
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