Gotu Kola Keeps me Going

For the boss that I don't see too frequently.

I know you're there

on email

and skype,

in the tabloids

and the glossy magazines,

on

the red carpet

sometimes.

 

But are you there?

Really?

 

Are you distant most of the time because that is what is expected

of you?

 

Or is it because you've just had enough of

where

I

am?

Looking after what you made.

 

It isn't easy

sweeping,

cleaning,

mopping

all of the s**t

that others created before

I

came.

 

No fan.

No fridge,

No fans

of

my

own.

 

Just people that stop and stare

because I'm a different colour

to

them,

in this tiny

little village.

 

But I knew what I was bargaining for:

a place outside of my comfort zone.

 

Someone (a boss) to email

occasionally,

about what is taking place on

their,

(your)

property.

 

I'm neither a caretaker,

a housekeeper,

a driver,

a confidant,

a manager.

 

I'm a part in an ongoing system of perpetual motion.

A motion that won't stop until the property is

sold.

Then I'll be something else.

A Changeling.

Because that suits me most.

I can be

whatever

you want me

to be.

 

But I'll do it,

I'm doing it and I've done it

knowing that I did it

the

right way,

without fuss or striping you up

the

way that other people

did.

Even though they seem to get away with it,

I can sleep at night knowing that

I

didn't do that

to you.

 

I hope you know that too.

I think you do and that's enough

for

me.

 

Gotu Kola keeps me going.

 

 

Author's Note

All reviews welcome.

Reviews

[Tree]

A beautiful poem and from the heart, from someone who cares.

[Joby Bottoms]

Thank you for your review :-)