The Downpour

Firebrand new employee, drunk on the elixir of youth, 

Powerless, yet determined, to fight the system nail and tooth. 

Abhorring the Machiavellian moves, lampooning the manager in skits, 

As I grew up the proverbial ladder, I lost myself in pieces and bits.

 

A manager with a difference, experimenting within my team,

A limited sphere of influence, until it got shattered- my dream.  

With pressures from above, and firebrand employees below, 

Caught between the rock and a hard place, I opt out and for a while stay low.

Smitten with the entrepreneurial bug, I surface once again,

The vision is right, the team God-send, but I struggle with loss and gain. 

Keeping an enterprise afloat, may require at times to shed some weight,

Am I the first one off the boat, or do I stay, and till the last moment wait?  

Now that the floodgates have opened, if you want you can put the blame on me, 

Only when you have crossed to the other side, you'll fully appreciate the powers that be.

 

My Day

I get up in the morning, with a spring in my feet,

Grateful for another day, as I hit the street.

Selling my wares, which is nothing but me, 

I don't sell myself short - settle to just be. 

I start my day, like a solemn ritual,

Gracefully enduring- the feeling is mutual,

The day tolerates, my whims and fancies, 

At the end of the day, am I my Nemesis?

As the evening falls, I'm dulled into a lull,

My spark is spent - how and where, I mull.

Nothing accomplished, nothing to talk about, 

Except, that I am still myself- without doubt.

 

As the night deepens, I can sleep like a log,

I've lived the day on my terms- and that's why I rock!