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Monday, October 10, 2011

Love II

Another one for the Jam, for once I finish a more or less serious poem before the theme is gone & replaced by another.

Those halcyon days, when it was just me at the bench,
doing my experiments,
trying to get some answers.
Late nights
long coffee conferences
Results
Knowing things nobody knew.
Hopping from one discovery to the next
into the unknown.
The exhaustion
The disappointment
the exhilaration.
Going ahead by the fruit of my labors
and of the days spent thinking.

Then it was decided I was proficient at that.
And instead of doing it all myself I gained
other hands to do it for me.
And then more, and more,
a whole rugby side.
Pushed away from my bench
by this new position of Leadership
I wither in my office
directing, evaluating, but not getting my fingers wet.
How much I love my life of Before.
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9 comments:

The Bug said...

Love this bittersweet poem. You should make them let you play sometimes - just kick them away from the bench!

steven said...

they might like to see you play! steven

Helen said...

It's lonely at the top .......

Argent said...

Aaah, that's sad. I always vowed I'd never get pushed away from the coal face into management. It's worked so farm but there are days, like today, when I wish that I hadn't had to get up in the middle of the night to fix a busted computer system.

Rank hath its privileges also.

gautami tripathy said...

I like the turnaround...

alley and valley

Bagman and Butler said...

Great poem. Yes, the move toward management is frought with dangers. People seem to think that climbing the career ladder is the goal. The real secret is finding which rung you really like and passing up promotions. Very difficult.

NanU said...

Thing is, I don't find the move to management a step "up". Everybody thinks it is, but it isn't. It's sideways. It's out of my field of expertise and into a whole new one for which I have no training and no interest. Well, I get to keep a little of my field. But not much! Science is only 10 % of my job now.

Morning said...

beautiful conclusion.

love is a journey of self-realizations and self-fulfillment.

Morning said...

beautiful conclusion.

love is a journey of self-realizations and self-fulfillment.