The file room
Now it’s my office
Small and complete
Quaint and cute
Many people come in
For the files they use
Eleven co-workers
In one department
Over four thousamd files
Needing kept up and seen
But also they come in
Needing everything!
“Can you get this?
“Can you do that?”
“Get me this report”
“Provide me this stat”
“Do you have time
to look this up for me?”
“My pleasure,” I said
My co-workers, their family
I’m with them half my day
I live in this small place
The office they call it
What a state!
I love the busyness in this poem. You related it very well, and I could see, in my mind’s eye, all the activity going on. Well done!