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Poem 4. The Road Not Taken – Robert Frost



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And look down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

 

Poem 5. If – Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build' em up with worn-out tools;

 

 

Poem 6. Invention byBilly Collins

Tonight the moon is a cracker,
with a bite out of it
floating in the night,
and in a week or so
according to the calendar
it will probably look
like a silver football,
and nine, maybe ten days ago
it reminded me of a thin bright claw.
But eventually --
by the end of the month,
I reckon --
it will waste away
to nothing,
nothing but stars in the sky,
and I will have a few nights
to myself,
a little time to rest my jittery pen.

Poem 7.

 

What work is Philip Levine

 

We stand in the rain in a long line

waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work.

You know what work is--if you're

old enough to read this you know what

work is, although you may not do it.

Forget you. This is about waiting,

shifting from one foot to another.

Feeling the light rain falling like mist

into your hair, blurring your vision

until you think you see your own brother

ahead of you, maybe ten places.

You rub your glasses with your fingers,

and of course it's someone else's brother,

narrower across the shoulders than

yours but with the same sad slouch, the grin

that does not hide the stubbornness,

the sad refusal to give in to

rain, to the hours wasted waiting,

to the knowledge that somewhere ahead

a man is waiting who will say, "No,

we're not hiring today," for any

reason he wants.

 

 

Poem 8.“About business”by Jack Blair

I remember the day

And remember it well.

All I had left

For me to sell,

Was the time that I had,

My talent, my dream.

I was out on my own,

Or so it would seem.

I struggled at first

And knew not the way.

For none had taught me

What to do or say.

An owner I was,

Diligent and true,

Seeking success

And what to do.

The wisdom is there

If I would but learn.

Anything I believed

I now could earn.

I am in control

Of my business fate.

As long as I learn

It will be great.

I'll seek out the ones

Who can help me today.

And never forget

My start that day.

Poem 9. Corporate culture by Francis Duggan

To earn one’s living there must be an easier way

Than working in a menial job for menial

You age so fast your hair prematurely gray

And you must work hard till your retirement day.

 

When you ask the boss for a raise his answer no

For a raise in pay you must have more to show

The unemployed are many and the jobs are few

And there’s plenty more to do the job you do

 

At 5.30 a.m. each work day from bed I rise

Before daylight has lit the morning skies

Then long drive to work in smoky old work van

Such is the lot of the common working man.

 

I do not receive or seek sympathy

For there are many far worse off than me

But living life would be a lot more fun

If I did not have to rise before the sun.

 

included Nicole Kidman and Angelina Jolie.

 







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