Joe Does His job

 

It is my duty unpleasant, his face
Clearly says, to bar your way. Please
Understand my predicament: you
Mean to go but I think you
Should stay. Our Mr Joe
Makes his argument compelling.
He has noted the sluggish will,
The lurching walk, the lack of sleep
Welling in the eyes. He sighs. He
Knows he should be doing more.
But for now he forbids the setting
Off for work. He guards the gates.
He bars the door. His presence
Is mighty though his bulk
Be small.