QUALITY TIME

  NEW POETRY

QUALITY TIME

Why is it that really busy people 

Have time for everything

While characters like me, 

Need at least a weeks’ notice,

To even begin to think of tackling, 

           A new Topic….

I sit back in sheer astonishment watching him,

In his book-lined carpeted, mahogany leather

Inset, huge, luxurious desk, office,

Bright colored phones internal communication

Broad-casting systems, Walking and talking.

Letters and notes pour into his in-basket 

Secretaries pop in to empty his out mail

He writes, he scribbles, he calculates, he swivels.

Checks his computer, calls for a file, answers,

One more phone, talking in lower tone.

Freddie Smythe an honored client urgently 

to see him, has no time to wait.

He signals me to take a drink, and he and Freddie, 

Greet and enter adjoining office, to discuss,

                Their Super Deal….

Ten minutes later he comes back smiling,

"I’ve closed a deal, that will make a company history,"

“Its big, boy is it big, one of my very best”….

“Time to celebrate” and his eyes shine, 

He and I call out “le Chaim.”

When I left he was still talking, moving, shouting,

He had been on the go from 7.30 a m, or so,.

I looked at the clock it was 6p. m.

No chance that he’ll be home before nine

No time to live, no time to dine.

I left him making his fortune, 

While I was homeward bound,

Off to a very different kind of tune,

Like hugs and kisses all around

Hello Honey, Hi kids I’m home,. 

Oh Boy, what a Joy

QUALITY TIME

By Hillie Feldman, 9th August 2000