First Day

My first day on the job and I’m late
Gum on the bottom of my shoe
At the elevator-wait, wait, wait
Now what am I gonna do?

Gum on the bottom of my shoe
Walk-stick-walk-stick-walk
Now what am I gonna do?
At the door I begin to balk

Walk-stick-walk-stick-walk
Oh, no! My stockings have a run
At the door I begin to balk
This morning’s certainly no fun

Oh, no! My stockings have a run
Now I’m really starting to sweat
This morning’s certainly no fun
And my boss I haven’t met yet

Now I’m really starting to sweat
Circles forming under my pits
And my boss I haven’t met yet
I’m about to lose my wits

Circles forming under my pits
Secretary says, “He will see you now.”
I’m about to lose my wits
But in I walk somehow

The Writer

Yearning to find the precise words
Digging deep for crumbs
From life and thoughts and wishes
Longing to shape stories
From sights and smells and memories
Desiring to impact a heart one day
With poetic phrases and images
Wanting to change someone’s world
With a tale or a verse or thought