Professional Poem
1/14/2013
The shelves are full of papers.
My e-mail folder full.
Workload maxed capacity.
But still got more to do.
Each day the office seems to shrink.
Buried under business.
But each day my experience grows.
And with it comes persistence.
My confidence has gone out the roof.
As I dress up in tie and suit.
I wear my watch.
Look my best.
Never sloppy.
Slim-fit vest.
So here is my confessional.
The life of a new professional.
I kind of like the grueling hours.
and even the underpaid wages.
Because the more I learn,
The less I yearn.
For this happiness to become contagious.
Professional will save us,
from our lackluster lives.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
Professional Poem
1/14/2013
The shelves are full of papers.
My e-mail folder full.
Workload maxed capacity.
But still got more to do.
Each day the office seems to shrink.
Buried under business.
But each day my experience grows.
And with it comes persistence.
My confidence has gone out the roof.
As I dress up in tie and suit.
I wear my watch.
Look my best.
Never sloppy.
Slim-fit vest.
So here is my confessional.
The life of a new professional.
I kind of like the grueling hours.
and even the underpaid wages.
Because the more I learn,
The less I yearn.
For this happiness to become contagious.
Professional will save us,
from our lackluster lives.
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