At my second job

At my second job,
before completing my degree,
like any other day
we were capturing
Debtor’s accounts by the hundred,
in a place where
accounts never ended.

The girls were talking
about their boyfriends
and some of the older
ladies about winning
at the slot machines
and the new girl
smiled at me.

I smiled back
and her eyes
and the way
that she walked away,
told me that she liked me.

From that day
it was really fun
to be at work
and every working day
was a new working experience.

poem by Gert Strydom
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