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As I Look Back All These Years
by Tony WhitakerFirst day in my life
retired, no job
Never thought Id get here
Shoulda lived better
Here I am at 54
Dont know if Ill ever work again
Dont really care
The corporate engine
grinds along on the backs
of its employees
meeting investor goals
What happened when companies
showed their loyalty
to those who did the work,
like Christmas parties?
Now our corporate culture
is to satisfy those who gamble
and expect to win
09/01/2008 Posted on 09/01/2008
Copyright © 2025 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/01/08 at 03:57 PM Worthy capture of both the personal effect of retiring and meditation on the machine and system Tony. I'll be there too in a few more years. Thanks for the reminder! :o) |
| Posted by JD Clay on 07/03/09 at 04:58 PM My first instinct, after reading the first two stanzas of this revealing poem, was a giant sigh. After reading the middle verse a giant AHA! The last two stanzas made my brow bead up just by the thought of the back-breaking toil of those that went before and the minions that incorporate your indelible footprints. I can certainly see how you are relieved. Good stuff, Tony. |
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