SONNET

AGEISM

He got the job, a mere slip of a lad

My rival he was but I shake his hand

They knew I could hack it, and so much more

Worked up through the ranks. Worked hard to the core

I gave my all; dedication the lot

For what may I ask? Or have they forgot?

At fifty years’ old I’ve a worldly face

Seems age is against me in the workplace

But reflection is good; time now to think                            

Too much for too long may lead to the brink

                                                                                                                    

Late nights, deadlines. Dark stress that smoulders

At end of shift I breeze out through the door

Straight home to the fold to those I adore