[lit-ideas] A Job of Work
- From: "Lawrence Helm" <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxx>
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- Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2006 22:13:10 -0800
A JOB OF WORK
I spoke to an old boss
And asked about his job
Which I'd heard was insecure
And whether he wanted to come
Work for me. There was no irony:
I was a gray beard who had
Seen more things than that.
He said he'd survived another week
Knowing, the while, his time was short.
We spoke of his possibilities.
I returned to a weakened
State, the flu had sapped me.
There was no offer I could make
Beyond that consideration;
So we left it there: his feeling
The benefit of my concern.
My feeling of doing right.
We rested there in confidence
That all had been said. He'd think
Of it as part of the continuum.
I'd see it as having been ordained.
Lawrence 1992
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