What The Hell

It's time to set  pen to paper,
Expressing gratitude to those
I've known most of my working life
Mary Hill's Pauli Lucy Karen,
Margaret left before me
Latterly Tony & Christine
Working by my side doing our own thing each one of us,
To keep the place running smoothly not easy
Falling mostly on one member of staff,  Mary
And all the rest inclusively has been such ride
Over the years
They've given me such a send off  with
With dinner gifts flowers and wine
Sitting around the table exchanging tales jokes of times past
But me being such a light weight my drink I can hold not
Feeling queasy throwing up one drink she's anybody's they'd say
These past three weeks I've been numb missing them such a lot
Within my little world feeling low
My working mates the customers we had a laugh or two
Missing the engaging of minds battling through our days
Keeping those satisfied at all times not easy
Most of all missing the comradeship the interaction the humanity
In our day to day's living, we were a good bunch,
A smile upon our visages greeting each other as we walked in
Most times, at times a gossamer over our minds quite we'd become
If turmoil's within our minds...after all were human first and foremost
These past 32 years I've enjoyed going in it's become part of me
I came with the shelving don't you see!
Ingrained within me, forwardly looking to the company
Getting up early in the morning two days a week
Walking down to Mary's driving down the road
Thanks for being there for me
My work colleagues my friends they've become
Even in times of strife when we're feeling low
There for one another we'd be comfortingly
When upset's ruled our world,  a shoulder to lean on we'd be
Sympathising with a hug or two...
I Miss you! with tears spilling out what am I to do
Can't even concentrate on my editing
Mind all over the shop feeling low...
On a day like this, it helps not you know
Our customers missing their smiles
As we chatted for a while exchanging pleasantry's
A good bunch they were
Treating those with respect in our day to day's living
As we'd like to be treated ourselves I'd say
But you know everyone not a peep from our boss
After 32 years you'd think a card at least he'd see...
But what the hell!!
Perhaps their right he cares bugger all...
Not at all...

                              Connie James