Frail Honesty
Another summer day starts, another working day.
Managing to drive smoothly, avoiding road rage.
At work wanting the good humor to stay,
Making the best out of my office cage.
Working side by side everyday we are fellows,
Earning our pay and respect from our boss.
Getting work done in a timeline that’s narrow,
Stepping up to correct any rising flaws.
But my fellow can be dragged down by fear,
Which can bring the worst in any man.
Honesty can be sold, so frail it can tear,
One might want to speak up, but in vain.
I look you in the eye and see you there.
In a place of desolation you recoil.
Now we are just strangers and stare
At the ghost of what you once were.
KBS, August 2008.
Another summer day starts, another working day.
Managing to drive smoothly, avoiding road rage.
At work wanting the good humor to stay,
Making the best out of my office cage.
Working side by side everyday we are fellows,
Earning our pay and respect from our boss.
Getting work done in a timeline that’s narrow,
Stepping up to correct any rising flaws.
But my fellow can be dragged down by fear,
Which can bring the worst in any man.
Honesty can be sold, so frail it can tear,
One might want to speak up, but in vain.
I look you in the eye and see you there.
In a place of desolation you recoil.
Now we are just strangers and stare
At the ghost of what you once were.
KBS, August 2008.
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