The Silo

I 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 his job,
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
Vancouver, Canada
June 30, 1997

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