As I’m sitting here <br />thinking of my fears <br />I remember the real <br />reason for my tears: <br /> <br />At work a new threat <br />has arisen to haunt me <br />nightly in my dreams – <br />we are going to be sent <br /> <br />on a course for financial <br />management – ye gods, my <br />nemesis is arithmetic! <br />and at home a school project <br /> <br />looms: entrepreneurial <br />prowess of my twelve-year <br />old; with budget and <br />planning and selling <br /> <br />a product of our own choice <br />I spent a night crying <br />sad, crocodile tears, but <br />you simply said grin and <br /> <br />bear it, in a voice most <br />unsympathetic, you shall <br />profit immensely by becoming <br />a real financial whiz! <br /> <br />Mr Mohapi also insists <br />one’s intellectual property <br />should be guarded and sold <br />- while I want to give away <br /> <br />all my happiest thoughts; <br />Poetry.com demands a king’s <br />ransom of popularity votes <br />for every word that appears <br /> <br />I’ll have to resort to crying <br />some more crocodile tears <br />to relieve my feelings <br />and lighten the burden <br /> <br />weighing heavily on my <br />crocodile-heart… <br /> <br />Start A New Year <br /> <br />I thought I had bypassed the phase of fear <br />that accompanies my return to work annually <br />although I should have known that after a <br />sleepless night, problems were bound to <br />appear <br /> <br />But I never expected that my light would go <br />out completely, that I would lose my first two <br />documents - lose my self-confidence until I <br />felt such a fool – without the light shining <br />in me <br /> <br />All was dark and threatening; my first day <br />was not a comedy, but ended up like the <br />first act in an absurd play – now I openly <br />admit I am not able to start a new year <br />without fear…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-sitting-here-start-new-year/
