Weekly Poem #8 – Some Point

I’ve been trying to write a poem a day for the past couple weeks. It doesn’t always work out, but even if I can squeeze one in on busier weeks, I’ll call it a win. I’ll try and share my favorite from each week here.

Some Point

(Bref Double)

at some point
someone decided
out of seven days in a week
five are dedicated to the job

I'm no mathematician
but five and seven divided 
makes for a bleak
diet of 71% broccoli raab

It feels misguided
like using a telephone, one that is antique 
to warn of a fast approaching mob

Is the point of work to say, "I abided!"
and many fruitless efforts seek?