Thank you Lord…
…for the endless meetings because in the end there’s guidance for me how to do things better.
…for the tiring work every day because at the end of the day I’m always looking forward to a beautiful time with my girlfriend.
…for the crazy project schedules because they justify where “time management” fits better than “time constraints” do.
…for the sleepless nights because rewards in career and remuneration come in Your time.
…for the timidity-provoking Board meetings because they tell the things I couldn’t learn from the outside world.
…for the “out-of-scope” tasks because they uncover the things that I can do beyond what Job Descriptions can define.
…for the crowded office cubicles because they tell the world we are providing jobs to many.
…for the warm weather in this city because it makes me feel there’s no better place than my nippy hometown.
…for letting me stumble at times and letting me know gravity is meant to keep our feet on the ground.
Overcooked pasta, salty lasagna
Sliced boiled eggs with their shells intact
Grilled tuna glazed with evaporada
Citrus rind floating on my mocha frappe.
You cooked a German dish, it tasted Japanese
Microwaved chicken wouldn’t sell for a yen
Practice makes perfect
But nobody is perfect
So why practice?
Pizza delivery is a breeze.
When my professors were all gone
Librarian’s rest, students’ luck
There’s no more homework to be done.
Movies and dates, sleepless fun
I drove a train off the track
When my professors were all gone.
Cousins nudged me for prose and pun
The books I threw, at my door knocked
I hate these homeworks to be done.
Blunders at work kissed the cold sun
I needed hands to fix the crack
But my professors were all gone.
Show me a star beyond my plan
My wings flap wide, time to give back
I miss my homeworks to be done.
I’ll lift my flock so you won’t mock
There’s more to learn to cleanse its black
Too bad my professors were gone
I have more homework to be done.
We’re busy as bees
and active as ants
to buy a loft or flat
Log cabin in piedmont
Glass house on oceanfront
Mediterranean or Victorian
Couldn’t decide which one
Built a castle of pride
But happiness would still hide
Been to Tokyo and Rome
When all we wanted was a home.