Just My Poems

#103 Character Building

Filled to the brim
Little here-and-theres
Conjured by
A central boss
The head of everyone

A weak worker
Pleaded for
His pressured life
To be eased a little
But declined was he

The bucket
With all the here-and-theres
Were a vile colour
No one dared to touch it
Except for the boss himself

Because he is reflected