Last day at work,
A couple hugs, a nice card (totally unexpected),
Gathered my coffee mugs,
Trashed ancient files,
Debated taking back my clocks,
But they belong here now.
Cleaned out my locker,
Squeaky little crypt,
Old papers, Employee of the month,
Two advance readers copies I forgot about,
Not so advance any more.
A bunch of sad cd's I returned to the shelf,
What was I thinking? Marine band??
The generic pink bismuth,
Rolaids, two Certs (wintergreen),
a tin of Altoids I presented to my replacement,
All part of the package.
Turned in my keys, lock, time card,
Scraped my name off my mailbox,
But I can't say goodbye.
Not yet.
I'm still there.
1 comment:
I kept waiting for you to arrive
today to tell me what strange
thing(s) you saw on Powell St.
If this move means you are writing
in the bla blog again, all is
not lost. But it was a lonely
'ol basement today w/o you...
(some fine posts, by the way!)
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