Volume 10 - Issue 1, February 15, 2008 - Lake Chapala Review
Volume 10 - Issue 1, February 15, 2008 - Lake Chapala Review
Volume 10 - Issue 1, February 15, 2008 - Lake Chapala Review
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<strong>February</strong> <strong>2008</strong> <strong>Lake</strong> <strong>Chapala</strong> <strong>Review</strong><br />
Page 55<br />
The Tables Turn<br />
by Roger Johnson Opus One and Opus Two<br />
Opus One<br />
I had been a manager for a decade and eight,<br />
And a good one I’ve been told.<br />
Three promotions had been my fate,<br />
And my salary increased five fold.<br />
As I look back and recall,<br />
And assess in an unbiased way.<br />
What did I accomplish after all?<br />
Who had I helped each day?<br />
I counseled fair and sometimes long,<br />
There was a tear or two,<br />
Career, family, life; no right or wrong,<br />
Decisions made, a start anew.<br />
Now it’s my turn, the crossroads near,<br />
I found myself not needed,<br />
And I am experiencing that awful fear,<br />
Alone, uprooted, frustrated, pleas unheeded.<br />
To have talent one day, And then not any.<br />
To be earning my pay, And then not a penny.<br />
Contributions past don’t count,<br />
I’ve become a liability.<br />
My manager’s problems seem to mount,<br />
Helping me is not a priority.<br />
Should I have been more political?<br />
Would that provide visibility?<br />
Or is it business pressures, however radical,<br />
That is forcing this on me?<br />
It’s time to move, or change, I know,<br />
To what I cannot say .<br />
Believe in yourself, that you can grow,<br />
And again you’ll find your way<br />
Opus Two<br />
The kids were three and five back then,<br />
And their mother went back to work.<br />
A new degree, hot in my hand,<br />
But no job, Oh God, it hurts.<br />
Two years, I’d said, a promise not kept,<br />
Our problems grew, and feelings were stuffed,<br />
Things were said, often cruel, but not meant,<br />
And the shouting just widened the gulf.<br />
After ten years, I sit. . . divorced, alone,<br />
While her career blossomed five fold.<br />
From weakness grew strength unknown,<br />
At the expense of a relationship, now cold.<br />
For better...for worse, I cry out at night,<br />
We can, we must, risk one more try.<br />
My heart believes this union is right,<br />
What awaits? . . . a heaven sent high.<br />
I offer my heart to listen,<br />
Hands and eyes to communicate, My arms, a<br />
strong, silent haven, And gentleness to nurture our fate.<br />
My senses ultra-tuned, any minute there may be a sign, My<br />
stomach churns, but my hope remains brave, Her unsure<br />
wish, that my love should die on the vine, Oh, but this love<br />
I will carry to the grave.