It seems just an empty desk
But really it's a wound
The open floor plan waits for no man
Yet women and men both feel the absence
Soon a different mind will mind that space
And meet the team and smile and learn
And we'll turn the page and build something new
But time takes its due
We eat and play and work and win
Together
We push and pull and learn from one
Another
Collaborate, commiserate, celebrate
The team
And when we lose a mate, the cut is deep
And though we thrive on change
It's always strange
When we see that vacant seat
Corporate Melancholy Stanza
On
2010-12-07
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5 comments:
Had to fire someone did you?
No, that was a while back.
It's just that a few great people have left recently and it's starting to hurt.
As you guys know, I'm an emotional dude, and I wanted to express it somehow. I'm not a terribly talented poet, but instead of just "ranting" I thought this might be more appropriate.
It's nice. Good to vent, however you can.
Hope you find a way to make the place what you hope it to be.
I'm waiting for the musical version... maybe with Spider-Man?
I'm on it.
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