My Last Monday

I seem to be waxing poetic this morning...

It’s my last Monday,
One week to go.
I’ve been here twenty years,
The last fifteen in the same position,
The same office,
The same desk.

This was my choice,
I decided to retire.
Wanted to write full time.
But…fifteen years.

I have to take down all my pictures,
Plaques and certificates.
And on the bulletin board,
Notes and jokes and bits of memories.
Gathering my books
And the things on my desk.
My Red Sox baseballs,
Desk toys, clock,
Nameplate.
Fifteen years.

Packing it all to take home
Though there’s really no place for it there.

This will be a busy week.
Still lots to do
Getting things ready
For the person who will have
This position,
This office,
This desk,
Next Monday.

Ever left a job you'd been in for a long time?  What was it like?


Countdown to retirement and writing full time: 5 work days to go.

I'm currently enjoying: The Mummy Case by Elizabeth Peters

Groaner of the Day: (This one was told to me yesterday by my nine year old granddaughter....)  Why did the pony go to the doctor?  Because he was a little hoarse.