It’s daybreak of the last day on my job.
I am retiring to travel around the world.
I know a party has been planned for me,
but how will their sentiments unfurl?
Will my colleagues be glad that I am leaving,
Or will they truly miss my contributions?
I tried to never be a problem worker,
Always seeking to be part of the solutions.
I made it a point to give eight hours work
For the eight hours that I was paid.
I met my deadlines, without fail,
And my reports were never delayed.
I didn’t leave my work for others to do,
Working the moment I entered the door,
Mainly because my mother had taught me to
Always leave your bosses wanting more.
So, as I put this job I love behind me,
I will leave with my head held high.
If no one says, “Job well done, lady,”
I’ll know that I truly always tried.