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.
long coffee conferences
Knowing things nobody knew.
Hopping from one discovery to the next
into the unknown.
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.
1940 all over again.
14 hours ago