Shift (an acrostic poem)

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So it was time to work, but he didn’t want to

How was he supposed to do this for the rest of his active life

If he waited until he could retire, he would be too old to do anything fun

F his boss and all the talk about work-life balance

The fact that he punched the timeclock and not his supervisor was a miracle

Energy (an acrostic poem)

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Eventually the tiredness had to break, right?

No way he could be this tired for this long.

Everything seemed such an effort, even blinking!

Reaching for his sixth Monster, he pounded it back.

Going to be a long shift tonight. Good thing he had a twelve pack.

Yet he wondered if that would be enough.

Routine (an acrostic poem)

Reaching for her car keys, Delilah headed out the door

Outside she got into her car and pulled out of her driveway

Under the slate-gray sky she drove through traffic to get to work

There she punched the time clock and began her shift

In her breaks, she chatted with the same people and told the same jokes

Never did it dawn on her on her way home that she should do something different

Every day might have been the same, but that’s what she so loved about it

 

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Ride (an acrostic poem)

Reach down and shift it into high gear

It jumps at your pounding of the accelerator

Determined to show you what it can do

Even if you will run out of gas

 

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Misfit (an acrostic poem)

Maybe I would fit in if he just compromised a little bit

If he could be just a bit more flexible with his morals

Shift a bit in his political views one direction or another

Find a niche where the contrast grayed out just a bit more

It would make things so much easier in life

The fact that that would break him leaves him with no choice and loneliness

 

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Go For It (an acrostic poem)

Green traffic light cuts the darkness

Opening the way for me

 

Feeling the pavement pass under my wheels

Outside becomes surreal

Racing through this new reality

 

Itching to shift it into the next gear

Throwing caution to the wind, I do it

 

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