Take a Seat, they know you are here...

Poems of the Past. Circa 1994

I wonder what questions they will ask,

Those imaginary suited inquisitors;

“How old: single or marred (or other!),

How much experience in this field,

Why should we choose you and not………."



Yea, yea I think (in advance),

I have heard it all before and more;

Yet I know I will sit and smile,

I will answer politely, accurately and earnestly;

Hoping they will choose me and not..........