A poem.
What exactly will that tell them?
I can just see them sitting around the break room, laughing at the submissions.
Mine?
I thought PMC was home
I made the position so much more than my own
But just as I felt I’d found my groove
They told me I had to move
They chose a path that didn’t include me
In changing, they set me free
Now my vista is wide open
And my path is mine for the choosing
1 comment:
That is really weird!
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