Monday was my day of birth
I took the whole day off
My parents took me out that night
though mom still had a cough
Tuesday I was back to work
And mayhem ruled the day
I watched in shock as management
just hacked and hacked away
I spent the morning tracking names
of friends all being cut
At noon I got invited to
a call for you know what
My job has been eliminated
the date not set in stone
I got a decent severance
but still I had to groan
I kept it all professional
You would have been so proud
But Wednesday night the panic hit
I'm sure my sobs were loud
So once again I turned to God
I'm not sure how he deals:
My constant knocking on his door
My begging and my squeals
But that's the cool thing 'bout my God
He seems to like me still
So I will keep on trusting Him
and put my mode on 'Chill'
6 comments:
GREAT poem. I'm praying for you. :)
You're a heck of a lot better at poetry than I am. Lynette, you are so cool!
I'll keep praying that the perfect job is out there waiting. Maybe this is God's way of giving you the opportunity to find it??? It's not up to me to interpret but - anyway - whatever the purpose - I hope only good comes of this. Romans 8:28.
Geez. You'd mentioned this possibility a few postings ago but I thought it surely wouldn't happen to you.
I'm so sorry you have to go through this. You'll come out great on the other side but the getting there is tough.
Sending up a prayer for you that you will find the path that's waiting for you sooner rather than later.
And you're not Emily but you're not bad. Pretty good poem actually.
BTW--Just tagged you on my blog; only participate if you want to! :)
I'm thinking of you and putting you in my prayers. In the meantime, 2 more days until we can justify why we are stuffing our faces with chocolate :)))))
Actually, you write poetry much better than I do! I am sorry about your job. I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if you ended up with an even better job though!
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