Trying to Work Hard
by cricketjeff on April 13, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The gentle April sunlight falls like rain
Beneath a sky of fluffy children’s clouds
A blackbird pecks at something in the drain
And sparrows mob the breadcrumbs in their crowds
The words of happy poets are a breeze
That cleans away the winter from my mind
The flakes of pink and white that paint the trees
Are fragments of the dream I hope to find
Yet all the while my fingers tippytap
Unknotting files that need my tender care
And emails come and hit me with a slap
You can’t escape the office anywhere
Don’t work at home on pretty April days
If you’ve a heart that’s happy as it strays
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