As I sit behind my desk,
I hear humans preaching,
Talking about their frisky walk,
With all their might they went explaining.
Of reasons behind their doing,
It wasnt about walking the talk.
Now it has became talking the walk,
Humans are afraid to take ownership.
They preferred talking anyway,
Especially of the good they did,
Or rather the bad others has done,
These comparison, and complaints...
They do no good, really.
I shrugged in discomfort,
As I listened to them telling tales,
Of what was good that has turned bad.
And here stood a German man,
Looking a little French speaking,
To a forever red-faced pretty man,
And here I am alone with not much to do...
-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts
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I like what I read regarding your thoughts. I've worked in many offices and what you've written is so very true...especially an office full of women. blaaaa!! I read it twice.
ReplyDeleteFirst and foremost, I would like to thank you for the time taken to read my poetries. Appreciate it!
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, I have to say, it happens in almost all workplace. Was one of those days where a big problem was raised up and everyone will then start pointing fingers at each other.