Workplace
Second home for many years
Quickly discarded
Without batting an eyelid

The humble abode
Comfortable and alluring
A house to feel at home.
No more stuffy suits and no more boots.

The chimes suspended on the door
Unnoticed for years
The soothing bells, music to ears
Helped relax to be on my own.

The years in service
I thought, time well spent,
To make a difference to the world around me
And etch me in their minds.

Did I make a difference?
As the countdown begins
I lament
I was just a cog in a wheel.

But the cog mattered, they say
It helped the world unclog.
It's truth, if truth ever matters.
I chugged along feeling better.

Me and all