The Silent Interview

Hard Choices , Tough Hearts.

There in the silent room

Sitting with hands clasped

Elbows touching the knees

A serious look

Rolled up sleeves

Grand wristwatch

Neat fingers

And his thoughts lingers

They watched him consider

Was the pay too low? they wondered

He was too good to let go

They silently hoped he will say yes

The tables itself remained silent

Holding anxious hands and sheets

They heard he had wife and kids

But a man must be a man on dot

Don't give up just yet 

In you heart 

For who knows where your worth lies?

In dreams, in paths

The journey can not tell

So long, farewells

In here, right here, on tables, the gamble

The choice, In the silent room

Author's Note

Happy Reading.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Very true-to-life description of how it might feel to be in a job interview. I like the way you convey the sensations by describing things in a physical way, to show instead of tell. Good job of adding suspense, so we can actually feel how the final question is hanging in the air (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Mirror]

Ah Barley, your review brought smiles on my face. thank you always reading... Love you.

[B_SouthPaw]

I love the idea behind the poem! To me, it felt a little wordy but amazing! I had a different idea for that same title.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Interesting piece Mirror and it seems an exit interview exposes the mystery that is often on the other side of the coin.

[Mirror]

yes, John. How often we barely notice both sides of the coin all at once at interviews. Except for promotional interviews, all other searching for job interviews is.....phew!

[Mirror]

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