Work

“Work”

–Amy Engle

 

National Poetry Writing Month 2017 Poem #11

 

They sit and stare,

Mindless shells.

Nothing holds their

Almost non-existent

Attention span.

Groans echo through

The room as they

Protest doing work.

And yet when I ask

What they did for

The weekend, they

Reply, “Nothing.”

How does one go

Through life doing

Absolutely nothing?

When I get frustrated

With something

That I must do,

They tell me that I

Don’t have to do it.

Doing nothing doesn’t

Even register as an

Option in my mind.

It saddens me to see

Them unable to find

Joy in honest work.

They’ll lie and complain

And put that kind of

Effort into getting out

Of the assignment.

But simple tasks that

Require little energy

Are fought against.

If they spent half as

Much energy trying

To get out of work on

Their actual projects,

Then they’d accomplish

Whatever they set their

Unhindered focus on.