Death Of A Salesperson

Out of gloom

Bright Summer's day

Our Hero, shortly,

Comes this way.

Never a foul

Word to say

And yet he has

The bills to pay.

His suit is shined

His socks are pressed

His breath is at its

Sunday Best

Can't recall

Being depressed

And all his sins

Have been confessed!

Schooled "white collar"

Don't you know

But the company brass

Put on a show

And the “little guys”

Just had to go

Out-sized, down-sourced

No more dough

Found another

Job to do

Which was hard

(There are so few)

Proudly handled

Always true

But, alas –

'Twas out-sourced too.

Still, here he comes

Aimed to please

You can't tell

He's on his knees

But paychecks do not

Grow on trees

From six figures

Down to threes

Maybe it's your

House today

Where he'll stop

And have his say

Maybe, if

You're not away

You will choose

To make his day

Would you like

To buy some blush?

Perhaps cologne?

A Fuller brush?

Fix a leak?

Bugs to squash?

O, I know, a

Radiator flush?

Hero's got a

Mouth to feed

A sagging roof

Sidewalk to weed

They said success

Was Guaranteed

So why are there

So many in need?

Nevermind

We must refrain

From thinking things that

Give us pain

Maybe here he'll

Treat a stain

And all will be

Just fine, again.

Ring the bell

Wait and see

How surprised

They all will be

That Hero came

To set them free

From all of life's

Drudgery

Now there comes

An end to dread

While Hero waits

To make his bread

Before a single

Word is said

A vessel burst

Inside his head

And Hero falls

Like so much lead

The lady of the house

Is shocked

To find a dead man

On this spot

And puts him in

A flower pot

Near the brand new

Brush she got

Off a guy who

Now is not.

Moral:

  If your life is

  On the brink

  Take a breath –

  Stop and think

  Troubles last

  For just a wink

  So go ahead

  Enjoy a drink

  And to your thoughts

  Make this last link:

  “Relief” is closer

  Than you think.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like this poem and the moral....Bravo