Never Enough

You still won’t say it

After years of secret scribbles on lined paper
Sweat poured down a lashed back
Bending over a faded computer screen
Calculating generations of formulas

You still won’t say it

Walking across a dusty stage
Wearing less than fitting monkey suit
Scroll of mass achievement being placed in my hand
Smiling into your camera
Screaming I did it

You Still Won’t Say It

Pacing back in fourth in front of a huge desk
Shouting out orders to my underlings
Six figures placed into an account with my name on it
Giving you 5 those figures every end of the month
Never asking for anything back
Except,

A simple “Thank You” would be nice