He was a diligent worker.
Always received a good review.
Never had a write-up.
Well-liked by the crew.
Almost never called off.
Always showed up on time.
Often thirty minutes early.
Helped out with overtime.
He followed the rules
And he wasn't needy.
Was very conscience
But also, speedy.
He worked for the same company
For seventeen years.
Knew and did his job well.
Trained most of his peers.
Because of his superior performance
They made him a boss.
In charge of the shift crew.
He was excellent at both profit and loss.
Because he worked so diligently
He never had much time
For family and friends.
He never turned down any overtime.
His kids understood
Even though their relation was grim.
They pretty much grew up
Hardly knowing him.
One day his arm began to hurt.
Then came the heart attack.
Rushed to the hospital.
But he couldn't come back.
It was a very nice service.
His manager spoke well of him.
Said he was indispensable.
Then they ended with a nice hymn.
In a week, they promoted another.
The company moved on.
Within a short time
The employees forgot he was gone.
He gave all to the company
Neglected his family.
Paid a big price for being so loyal.
Being indispensable was a fantasy.
On his death bed, he lamented,
"God, please forgive me.
I had my priorities all wrong.
Spent too little time with my family."
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A Collection of Some of My Favorite Poems, Volume 7, Written by Dan Turner
PoetryThe poems in this collection were written in the winter of 2021-2022. They span a number of topics from Christmas and politics, to just things I thought about on the long cold winter nights in northeastern Nevada. The first poem in this series iro...
