Tag Archives: Poetry by Pat Garcia
Work, A Poem by Pat Garcia
WORK The day ends. Work is undone, Not yet finished, It looms in the background, Waiting. Another day begins. Work is undone, No longer looming, But pressing, Demanding attention. Oh, the joy work fulfills or robs, The disappointment it brings, When overtime must be done, And work becomes the victor that kills love, …
Missing by Pat Garcia
Some things get lost. Some simply misplaced. Some disappear into thin air, Only to reappear at the yard sale, Where items collected have been brought, And the number of years, Spent in one city, One house, One family, Become a fading nostalgic memory of what used to …
