The customers at my bank
are a varied group-
some know what they are doing,
others are clueless.
Some are like old friends,
others still barely speak,
even after two years.
I see them more than I see
anyone else in my life.
They can cheer me up,
or bring me down,
but they are always there.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
4.19.2010: Poem about Someone
Labels:
bank,
poem,
Poem a Day April 2010,
poetry,
point-of-view,
work
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