Sorry if there is a delay in responses. Sometimes life gets in the way. As John Lennon said, life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
Everybody crowded round Derek's desk
on the day he was retiring
the Office Manager said 'a few words'
thanking him for his hard work over the years,
and handed him the massive card
everyone had signed.
He was presented with the silver watch,
a token for all his efforts.
His colleagues clapped and cheered
calling for him to make a speech.
Derek gushed that it had been a pleasure working here
and would never forget the friends he'd made.
He wished them all the best for the future
and said he'd keep in touch.
In the days that followed his retirement
when his old phone would ring
the telephone conversation was always the same.
I'm sorry Derek doesn't work here anymore. He has retired.
Yes, he was with the firm twenty-five years, he really will be missed.
But all too soon the replies would change.
I'm sorry, I don't know anyone who works here by that name.
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Author:
Tom Dylan (
Offline) - Published: November 9th, 2023 03:13
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
So very true of life, we are far too often easily forgotten. Leaving the room or the world I suppose it's natural to come to this end. Leaving a legacy is a mere hope.
Thanks for your comments, Teddy. A few of my colleagues have left the office recently, and I find it surprising how quickly they are forgotten, despite the platitudes on their last day.
Excellent. Powerful and poignant.
Thanks a lot for your comments, Thomas. Appreciated.
So very true. I was thinking the same things after I retired.
Thanks for your comment. I find that at work, when people leave they are very quickly forgotten.
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