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Impending Freedom
The sweet taste of impending freedom
Is sometimes sweeter than the actual fruit.
I am on the verge of no longer being forced
Onto the Shift Leader job at work.
Three years of trying to escape this destiny;
Knowing in my soul that this path is not for my feet.
Now, patiently, I await the legal mumbo jumbo
To clear up… Freedom is on the horizon.
I am at the sunset of my career at the Mill;
Management was never my desire, much less,
To be forced against my will… Yet, I do the best I can.
My breath is free as my boss told me today,
Just be a little more patient for the ends to be tied up.
I cleaned out my locker in the office after work;
Hoping never to have to fill that role ever again.
I return to my chair as operator of the boiler;
Hoping to spent my last four years in that position.
I can taste the impending freedom that comes with choice;
But in the shadows I wonder; is it fear, or is it principal?
Nevertheless, it is here, almost… be patient just a little longer;
Sweet is this taste of my impending freedom, sweet indeed.
10Jul09
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