Oh, this is an easy question for me. My friends can answer it right away. The thing that I complain about most is my coworker. I have written poems in the past, and I recently finished an ode poem that I am going to share.
Ode to the Complainer
In shadows cast by grumbling groves,
Where whispers dance on heavy air,
You, noble voice of discontent,
Speak truths that many would not dare.
From morning’s light to evening’s fall,
You raise a flag of earnest plight,
With every sigh, lament, and call,
You challenge wrongs, ignite the fight.
You see the cracks in polished walls,
The flaws in art that others praise,
In quiet corners, your heart stalls,
No superficial charm to amaze.
O brave complainer, fierce and bold,
You bear the weight of weary woes,
Your candid words, like threads of gold,
Unravel tales that silence sows.
For in your cries, a spark ignites,
A call to arms for truth and grace,
You pave the way for hopeful sights,
And shift the veil of narrow space.
Each grumble holds a lesson true,
A chance for change, a path to mend,
So let your voice ring loud and clear,
For in your words, the world transcends.
So here’s to you, the steadfast heart,
Whose echoes stir us from our ease,
In every sigh, you play your part,
A force of nature, strong and free.
For change begins with one brave soul,
And in your voice, the chorus swells,
O complainer, may your story roll,
A timeless tale the heart compels.
M.A.D. Works 