Friday, July 31, 2009

Apotheosis of Intern

The starting gun resounds its silent blast,
The newest servant enters in, abashed,
Prepared to work superbly to the last,
His office is a Congressman’s, alas!
His novice legs soon find the beaten track,
To show constituents the city’s heart,
To answer phones and sort the paper stack,
Prepare the way for legislative art.
And now he sees the finish straight ahead,
He perseveres with hope to reach the end,
Yet burns, nostalgic, for past moments dead,
Enjoying present service, rounds the bend.
The silent hear the sounds of victory,
To hail the lowest serf of liberty.
-Tyler William O’Neil
-July 31, 2009

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