A poem a day, I choose to write,
As night befalls, ideas take flight.
The inner drive, bleeds through next day,
I strive hard at work, and longer stay.
The hour spent juggling, words and rhyme,
As I hone my craft, lose sense of time.
The same absorption, I take to work,
The mastery mindset, becomes a quirk.
The finished product, bridges hearts, hooks you,
Makes me bond with audience, that's sensitive too.
The service orientation, and the community high,
Reaps dividends in workplace, makes me the cool guy.
It's more than a hobby, it's a serious pursuit,
That it makes my days bearable, is a point moot.
No comments:
Post a Comment