Ceenoa

I see them marching off to work,
encouragement clutched in hand,
their symbol of endurance grasped,
like a runner with the Olympic torch.

No dawdling gait, but at a brisk walk,
drones scurrying off to drudgery,
from plastic, cardboard, or thermos cup
sip quickly now – no time for talk.

A staple of the working day,
the fuel that runs the world,
the brown, crushed beans of sustenance,
– make mine a large latte!

© ceenoa