As a youngster I was called a ‘blackleg’
because I worked hard when the others slacked
but I got on with the job anyway
hoping I’d have a job when they were sacked.
But I had my first hard lesson in life
when I was laid off and the slackers stayed.
The ‘last in, first out’ principle was applied
even though I was the least to be paid.
Nothing had changed during my working life –
I got promotion, but my ‘friends’ I lost.
They called me ‘brown-noser’ cos I worked hard.
I might have done well, but oh what a cost!
There are years of good deeds left in me yet.
Now I am retired I’m still keen to work
but do bosses want me? No they do not.
They want pretty youngsters who like to shirk!
Day 28 – Write a poem illuminating how it feels to stand up for what is right in the face of adversity in the workplace.
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