Campbell Park
A Public Service Workplace Poem
Ainsley's breath curls fingers in cold reflex,
A rotating door, shouted coffee orders and musical anachronism.
Tired smiles in the portcullis of an ancient castle,
Newly built, but eternal.
Uniforms and shorts, ties and fishnet stockings.
Wind-stained windows, glazed,
Sunlight strangled by fluorescence, shining on
The shuffle of feet on carpet moving to speed the minute hand.
Ambition and anxiety,
Sober realism and contentedness.
Wisdom received is belittled by new ideas' blunders
Even as wisdom preaches tolerance to the mob it's created.
The castle eats its young, and so births its old.
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Ben Wilson
A lawyer from Australia looking to become a better writer by writing often and about many things.
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Peaceful Purpose
I have noticed that in the professional sphere, as far as I have noticed, that many people choose to come to work, mainly with the intention of collecting a paycheck, which I completely understand, unfortunately, we all need money to survive in this world. I also feel very strongly about the fact that if you are going to work in a profession, you should certainly treat that profession, whatever it may be, with the dignity that its purpose entails, whether you are working in the medical field, or working at a fast food restaurant, you should do you best to do the best job you can, because when it comes right down to it, we are all humans, going through the trials, and challenges that this life can bring us, by working together.
By Kaylon Forsyth4 days ago in Humans
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