Where I once worked
Now just a desk, a seat and phone.
Posters still on the wall
But drawers empty as
Notebook pages.
Where once I worked
Now new desks and ringtones
Gossips still in the hall
But not about me
Not for ages.
Once I worked where
Passion and policy collided
Service was still a call
But then it went unanswered
No messages.
2 comments:
Passion and policy.... very nice!
Quite a wistful piece, I suppose it's inevitable one will have mixed feelings after a move. There's always silence in the rooms we leave behind, however warm the future. I tend to think yours is warm indeed!
you're wrong about the gossip - you are still mentioned in hushed & reverential tones!
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