This poem actually describes how I feel at work at times. The perfectionist in me wants to do everything the right way, and efficiently, without cutting corners and trying to satisfy everyone. However, time is limited and I end up compromising somewhere along the way..
Full of enthusiasm, energy boundless
On all the right notes I start my day
Brimming with idealistic ideas countless
I set off with confidence on my way
The vagaries of the day then start appearing
Monsters of irritation their heads start to raise
My idealistic fervour starts disappearing
All brilliant ideas get lost in the circuitous maze
Constantly running behind on time
Donning an artificial, strained smile
Mechanically working, benumbing my mind
All lofty goals scattered in a short while
Reminding myself to iron all patchwork
By the end of the day, leave work pristine
Work is not something I think I’d ever shirk-
At the end of the day, though, I’m no longer keen
I need to wrap up and call it a day
My duties at home are not going anywhere
Discontent, unhappy, I embark on my way
Tomorrow I’ll perform better, I swear!
Passion...unbridled 