You're moving on; you clear your drawers
Of files not needed any more.
The stuff to chuck goes in a heap
So little here you need to keep.
You worked so hard; it mattered once
But now has no significance.
You work so hard you toil, you care
And all for what? It don't seem fair.
In retrospect it's all forgot
So much you did not worth a jot.
It's cast aside thrown on the floor
It doesn't matter any more.
So why the worry? Why the stress?
It made so little difference.
So much is trivia you can park;
Will be forgotten; leave no mark.
You wasted so much anxt for this
What did you gain in happiness?
YOU ARE READING
Third Verse: More Poems from Andrew Green
PoetryHighest #55 in poetry. Like my previous collections Third Verse is a mix of moods and styles with a mission to entertain. I keep it light and good humoured if I can but there's often a message there too.
