Pansy, thy name is Empathy – Yours is not the Arrogance bred By clawing way on rungs of corporate steel; No, you did your time And punched Agony’s card. Now, when you have earned your stripes, You could look down petalled nose, Let Disdain and Company Policy Give Boot its measured tread. But your tears…
Pansy, thy name is Empathy –
Yours is not the Arrogance bred
By clawing way on rungs of corporate steel;
No, you did your time
And punched Agony’s card.
Now, when you have earned your stripes,
You could look down petalled nose,
Let Disdain and Company Policy
Give Boot its measured tread.
But your tears are not your own;
They flow for the minions
Punching your old card.
Pansy, thy name is Empathy…
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Can’t you imagine a boss crying with his underlings in this photo??
Fresh and contemporary 🙂
Ooh, I like that one! I think I’ll keep it! 🙂 Thanks for your kind words and for taking the time to stop by.
Thanks 🙂 and please do check my work and let me know your view. Cheers 🙂
Isn’t that lovely? I saw some pansies with water on a few months ago after they had receiving a quick sprinkle from the hose pipe. All flowers look lovely with droplets of rain, but I think pansies look super-lovely!
There is something so simplistic and innocent about pansies – they are like children somehow…
I think you picked the perfect flower for this poem. It’s so lovely but unpretentious. A worthy goal for us ladies… Proverb’s pansy! ~ Wendy
What a lovely thought, Wendy! Pansies are the innocents of the plant world somehow – ‘unpretentious’ is a terrific label!
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