I know you are reading this email
(actually it’s a poem, but don’t delete it)
Late, before you leave the office
Or in a cab, on your Blackberry.
It’s Urgent.
Tomorrow the deal shall launch,
And make the league table
For this quarter in the IFR
The big one for you this year.
At last! You can finally go
On vacation, but the tickets
Are booked up for Christmas.
The cellphone shows three missed calls
In the last hour, One
You know you have dealt with
The second is from your daughter
The third, from the client, needs
A return call. Calling…
The night is long for you
It’s a
The streets are darkened.
The deal will launch tomorrow
Before you work on the next
“When will it end...when can
we go on vacation?”, says
Your wife’s voice message
“When I make MD”, you already
Told her last week, on the night you
Made dinner.
But she will surely understand
It’s for the children
It pays for the IS fees, the driver,
The cleaner air in
And the vacation that we
Shall take once the deal
Is launched tomorrow.
It is tomorrow.
The streets are darkened. It’s Urgent.
(Written at night in the office on one of those weeks at work)
