Poem – Separate, but… (By Gary Beck)

Separate, but…

The boss told me

I did a good job

and the extra hours

I put in last week

secured a big account.

He couldn’t give me a raise

because the economy was poor:

‘As soon as earnings pick up’…

But it didn’t stop him

from a luxury vacation

in France and Italy.

Now is it just me,

or is that unfair?

I slaved for him

and got nothing.

He did little

and was rewarded.

I can’t get a better job,

there aren’t any,

so I should be grateful

for what I have,

but I can’t help resenting

unequal treatment,

though I can’t do anything

to change it.