It's a warm sunny morning,
The day begins new,
So many opportunities,
Or maybe so few?
He wakes up each day,
with a big fancy plan,
but back home at night,
It always gets the can.
How can he step out,
break away from this rut?
How can he avoid,
this fear in his gut?
That keeps him locked in,
to this job that he has,
this miserable routine
this horrible drag
That takes him through life,
in this monotonous manner,
so dreary, so depressing,
he just loses all his swagger.
He's tried many things,
A thirty day plan,
and motivation workshops,
by a very famous man.
Nothing seems to work,
absolutely nothing at all,
Is his life going to be spent
between the office and the mall?
But then, there's a change,
A sudden, new view,
What is he now feeling?
What can he now do?
It began with a shock,
With a jerk, with a start,
With ridicule from his boss
that he took to his heart.
It made him think,
"i'm better than this,
So much more than a guy,
You can afford to miss"
He ran a quick check,
of the skills that he had
(sounds nerdy, i know,
but it wasn't so bad)
He read through his e-mails,
for the last few months,
(The ones he had sent,
not the ones from those punks)
He noticed a skill,
that was always out there,
A skill to just write,
A literary flair!
And with no further ado,
no time to be lost,
He sat down to write,
and was soon engrossed
In this poem he thought of,
Simple and neat,
The one you've just had,
The pleasure to read.
