Dispair to a smile

Bleak is the moment

Ice is the air

Frosty with colleagues

Too much to bear

Comfort zone pulled

From under our feet

Jobs are now missing and obsolete

Tired are our heads

Weary our trust

Comfy at the top

No worries of loss

Ground down are the workers

No steam left

Where does it leave u?

Without much choice

Unless we claim back

The years we may loose

If we don’t see the light

Don’t take a chance

Stop being used, down trodden and glum

NO more despair, hope fills the air

Time for a change, smile for the new

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Conversations of the climbing Snails

‘Is this a race’ said one to another

‘I don’t think it is, we’ve been at it all night’.

‘Can you not wait for me to catch up?’

‘You’ve got to be joking, this leaf is too small.’

 

Two snails continued their dangerous climb

as they slowly slithered along the small leaves,

high on the bush the wobbled around

their top heavy shells, all most pulling them down.

 

‘Where are we going?’ one asked the other

“To the top of course.’ was his reply

“What’s up there?’ asked the second snail

“I’ve no idea, but its important we reach the top.’

 

“Why” asked the second snail, who was struggling now

“So we can go down the other side.’

The second snail was confused right now

He’d spent all night moving from leaf to leaf

 

The climb had been hard he’d fallen twice

for no particular reason it seemed.

‘I don’t think I’ll bother’ said the second snail

‘Hey don’t give up.” the first replied.

 

“Imagine the achievement of reaching the top.’

“I have, and to think I could have slept all night.’

They reached the summit, admired the view

Then spent the morning going back down again.