Work

This is a picture of people at work, which is a central theme in my poem.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process. – Vincent Van Gogh

We can’t work anymore —

father’s old and anxious,

staring at excel sheets,

mother’s arthritis restrains her,

praising God, her only succour,

and I have shadows enveloping thoughts

as I type this,

forgetting impending penury, and

that whatever kept us going so far

won’t last.

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jazzytower
August 9, 2022 8:26 am

I can relate. Well said.

Pat

Ron.
August 9, 2022 9:12 am

Yet we do cling on, do we not?
Cool Quad. Thanks.

Tanmay Philip
August 9, 2022 11:06 am

This is great, Nitin. I wish I could say que sera sera, but I’m terrified of the future too.

Jane Dougherty
Jane Dougherty
August 9, 2022 1:54 pm

Sounds as though you’re not forgetting though. The worry is there, in the shadows all the time.

Yvonne Osborne
August 9, 2022 5:36 pm

I love this Nitin, especially the father/mother lines. (And the Van Gogh quote), and perfect title btw. Nice to meet you.

paeansunplugged
August 9, 2022 10:48 pm

I love “shadows enveloping thoughts” ! Desolation so well expressed, Nitin.

paeansunplugged
August 10, 2022 1:39 am
Reply to  Nitin Lalit

You are welcome.

whimsygizmo
August 9, 2022 11:17 pm

I felt this, deeply.

merrildsmith
August 9, 2022 11:50 pm

So much anguish here about what will come out of the encroaching shadows.

(Also, there’s a nineteenth-century feel to this for me, except for the Excel–it seems like lines from a Dickens novel. Perhaps it’s the word “penury,” or perhaps the world has not changed so much.)

merrildsmith
August 10, 2022 9:01 pm
Reply to  Nitin Lalit

I like the word penury, and no I don’t think it’s used often. That’s what made it seem nineteenth-century to me. 🙂

Truedessa
August 9, 2022 11:51 pm

The future is shadowy and hope is what keeps one going on. There is truth in your words.

Janice Reid
August 10, 2022 12:12 am

This letter could have been one I never got the chance to write a few years ago😊.

Mish
August 10, 2022 12:50 am

An ominous feel to this yet that is what some days are like. Those shadows lurk and I could “see” them hovering over you in this poem.

writingwhatnots
August 10, 2022 2:34 am

‘I have shadows enveloping thoughts’ – a great line. The future is scary at times.

msjadeli
August 10, 2022 7:43 am

No matter how much light exists, shadow must also exist. If you can keep a fair balance between the two you can maybe charge up your strength. Wishing you success, Nitin.

ben Alexander
August 10, 2022 2:48 pm

Nitin,

I have shadows enveloping thoughts
as I type this,
forgetting impending penury, and
that whatever kept us going so far
won’t last.

This is so hard… and so relatable! I often feel similarly… shadows around my thoughts and trying not to worry about money… *sigh*

Much love,
David

ben Alexander
August 11, 2022 11:59 am
Reply to  Nitin Lalit

Yes, it is

LaShelle
August 10, 2022 8:13 pm

Ugh I hope I don’t get to that point in my life but I’m sure I probably will!

LaShelle
August 11, 2022 5:34 pm
Reply to  Nitin Lalit

Absolutely!

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