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Frustration


Ecclesiastes 6:7 New King James Version (NKJV)

7 All the labor of man is for his mouth,
And yet the soul is not satisfied.

 

Frustration

 

I wake up in the morning and anger is there.

Where does it come from as nothing seems fair?

 

I try to accomplish what I’m asked to do

but little is accepted and all that proves

 

That it is better to do nothing and procrastinate.

For in doing much talking most get by that way.

 

Still, I’m held responsible for the non-producing crowd.

And when it comes to judgment there is little doubt

 

That I’m the biggest failure, a piece of useless crap.

that floats on top of the water and that is all of that.

 

Is this is pro-activity ... is this the way it will be?

To feel used and defeated ... to know it’s destroying me.

 

Morale is at the lowest in the five years I’ve been here

talking about the producers who simply live on fear.

 

I guess they feel like I do ... no difference how hard you try.

The glory goes to someone else who is always getting by.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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