Poem - Just a Smile

Nearly through the day
Thoughts run astray dreaming of profit and loss
Oh, for fucks sake the boss is pissed for no reason.
Seems it’s the season for every trivial grievance,
To be far bigger than they deserve.
Leaving the office trying to preserve decorum.
They always say “It’s an open forum” but their interpretation is shit.
It’s not an opportunity to be demeaning... bloody hypocrite.
Relax. Keep composure. Almost done.
Storming to the stairs.
A bit too much exposure.
Who cares? You're seeing squares, rushing downstairs
Bursting to the street remarking “next person I meet...”

Wandering, looking fairly hostile not looking to beguile
This unlucky chaps in for a fucking scrap
You're boiling over staring, they just glance and smile
Thinking about swearing, keeping stance but you can’t because,
Damn it’s been a while and a smile is just so versatile

Turning up in the morning to a few staff sick
Always learning that people are unreliable
It’s certainly justifiable but a fucking pain
Hope this shift goes well
Hope customers don't raise hell
Explaining to the staff ought to be entertaining
“Hey gang, hold your complaining. We’re fucked but don't dwell”
Better not say that, should construct something less straining.
Quick trip outside to begin maintaining decorum.

Wandering, looking fairly hostile not looking to beguile
This unlucky chaps in for a fucking scrap
Boiling over staring they just glance and smile
Thinking about swearing, keeping stance but you can’t because,
Damn it’s been a while and a smile is just so versatile

Another strike day swings around
“Good for them”, I just want to lie down
The other driver finally arrives
He’s the man of kings today
He grabs his things then we shake hands
Now, I guess it’s all on me
How will it go today?
Passengers looks betray
They try to downplay their anger
Even this banker must be late
This bloke is rushing for a date
Here’s Mrs ‘moaning about the tax rate’
Trying to smile else we’ll a be here a while
Next stop coming up trying not to speedup
Passengers get on, always the same
Just ignore me have not shame
Opening the doors is just a waiting game

Standing at my stop, have been a while
Ain’t so bad when I’m waiting with a smile
Look it’s on its way
Getting in is a bit of a melee
That's fine I’ll get on eventually
Potentially even quicker when I’ve still got this smirk
Because I’m so glad to be out of work
Success a gentleman lets me on
Clearly thinking of something forgone
Get to the driver throw up a grin
You never know who needs a win
On days like this; buses are more akin to a looney bin
I'm sitting at the front when a disgruntled lady jumps on
This is my stop but I’m getting distracted
I think once in a while it’s nice to receive a smile
So, I do my dues and compile my face to express tenderness
Now I don’t know what stuff is on her mind
Maybe it’s tough but sure enough she catches me in a grin
I hope if nothing else in can underpin a change in perspective
We can’t save peoples days unless we do it as a collective

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