My job, the work, for me is easy
it is the people that make me queasy
as I must decide what is safe to say
balancing promotion or getting fired today
For me, my tasks are ever so simple.
It is the required agreeable dimple
that causes pause and so much stress.
True thoughts held in, I can not express
For deadlines I am always ready,
convictions I manage to hold steady
as I watch the others bend or break
I am solid, I can do this – piece of cake
I get my money, put in my time
bite my tongue to earn a dime
knowing I am but a pawn
also knowing I must go on
Corporate America, it is what it is
Get on board – or get out of the Biz!
My dreams are big, my path I see
Someday soon, I will be free
It may appear I am treading water
if you don’t know I’m a secret plotter
I’m building my own ship, preparing to sail
gathering stores to start my own tale
(c) 2013 Roots To blossom
Workplace politics get me down some days. I see the greed in others, their need for power, and I don’t understand. I will never move farther up the ladder they have provided for me, because I value people more than money. And so I am secretly building my own ladder, one planted firmly in excellence. My ladder is strong, and like anything made the right way, it is coming along slowly. I have no need to climb it today, but when I am ready for it, it will be there, and at the top will be my ship – waiting for me to captain.