Wasted Years

The time
spent working when
we should have been holding
our little ones, amounted to
nothing.

Five years
dedication?
Invisible, when you're
just a box on a spreadsheet to
trim fat.

"Nothing
personal," says
the man from Personnel,
as he makes sure you turn in all
your keys.

 

Ghost Envy

Your urn
on the mantel
does not seem to hold you.
I wish that I could say I was
haunted.

Return to the front page of this issue:   Amaze   Vol. 2, No. 2   Fall & Winter, 2003.
Go to the Poets & Authors page for the poet's biographical sketch and email link.
These poems are Copyright © 2003 by Lisa Trossarello.