met a grain of wheat, stored in a silo
Asked him what his experience, how he'd grow
He said, "going up and down this silo meeting many a face."
Going up and down, all he knew, all his experience.
I met a friend, asked him about
For his livelihood, himself of life would rob
For twelve years, met many people playing the same game
Six months of fresh experience, then repeating the same;
Learning nothing new, the same life repeating again and again
In the silo of his job, going up and down like a grain.
© Shahriar Shahriari
June 30, 1997
1998, Vancouver Canada, 1999 - 2005, Los Angeles, CA
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