Ronan Keating's 'Life is a Rollercoaster' is a perfect portrayal of what life is. There are sunny days of happiness, there is a pall of gloom, disappointments, and frustrations. In all, life is all about wishes, hopes, and ambitions. There are some days when we have everything, and there are others which are hollow and devoid of reasons to smile, we yearn for more - things we never got, reminiscence about events gone by, and dozens of other feelings and emotions. And then there is always the joy of birth and the finality of death marking our sojourn at regular intervals. Life itself could be a beautiful poem and poems are inspired from life.
Sometimes the knockout punch, is actually a push in the right direction...
"Your services are no longer required"
He stared in disbelief
"Your presence is a liability.
You are fired. Effective immediately."
Suddenly, his 'value' was spelled out,
Years of work amounting to nothing,
For his masters had found,
A cheaper, efficient replacement.
The pain of being irrelevant,
The ignominy and insult,
Delivering a lethal punch,
He crumbled slowly from within.
In the greenback world,
Of icy hearts and wanton desires,
He was an expendable asset,
A hired muscle and brain.
Still, he swallowed his pride,
Out of habit and a cultivated servitude,
"I understand," he said and left.
With his former life packed in a box.
But something happened as he walked away,
From the clutches of the corporate machine,
A light, glowing, warm feeling spread through him,
Rediscovering the freedom that had long evaded him...
There was no looking back now,
A clean slate, a new life,
The knockout punch was a gentle push,
For the lazy genius within...
Firing was a wake up call,
The best thing that ever happened to him,
He stopped being what he wasn't,
To be who he was born to be...
Sometimes the knockout punch, is actually a push in the right direction...
"Your services are no longer required"
He stared in disbelief
"Your presence is a liability.
You are fired. Effective immediately."
Suddenly, his 'value' was spelled out,
Years of work amounting to nothing,
For his masters had found,
A cheaper, efficient replacement.
The pain of being irrelevant,
The ignominy and insult,
Delivering a lethal punch,
He crumbled slowly from within.
In the greenback world,
Of icy hearts and wanton desires,
He was an expendable asset,
A hired muscle and brain.
Still, he swallowed his pride,
Out of habit and a cultivated servitude,
"I understand," he said and left.
With his former life packed in a box.
But something happened as he walked away,
From the clutches of the corporate machine,
A light, glowing, warm feeling spread through him,
Rediscovering the freedom that had long evaded him...
There was no looking back now,
A clean slate, a new life,
The knockout punch was a gentle push,
For the lazy genius within...
Firing was a wake up call,
The best thing that ever happened to him,
He stopped being what he wasn't,
To be who he was born to be...
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