A Last Goodbye

My old boss called to tell me she was leaving,
Her happy voice soon broke down into tears;
As hope and energy turned into grieving
A life of work that spanned past twenty years
I’d seen her go from poor and young to wealthy,
And cross the globe two hundred times or more;
I know that she’ll be fine – she’s young, she’s healthy —
It isn’t like her life is really o’er —
But yet, there’s part of me that’s grieving with her;
Her voice, a dignified, but breaking, heart –
I didn’t hear some rich or pampered woman,
I heard a girl whose dreams
Were torn apart



(Part II)

(Part I)

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