Far ahead stands the same old building..
My age, timed hourly, has grown in that structure
Every morning's tan shadowed my skin tone
The plant i watered ,
now covers my car from the simmering heat
The squirrel i watched,
just silhouette's my memory's walkways
The lonely fountain water
still wants to touch the skies of future
The trimmed artificial grass
still whines for its lost wild nature
My respect , tagged to my titles , i earned in that structure
Every afternoon's lunch bulged my belly larger
The screens , the stairways
the distant rumblings of the murmur from colleagues
The meetings , the takeaways
the snoring afternoons with half awake eyes
Avons i waited ,for this day to retire
Years i toiled ,for paychecks in this structure
Centuries as fiscals passed before my sleepy eyes
and the moment has arrived to bid this all my farewell
Yet a piece of heart still lingers
to those same old weary days
to those stairs called failures
to those gossips of colleagues
The daily silly things suddenly looked important
Even the grass and trees ,suddenly turned friends
The yesterdays tomorrow had the skies and the breeze is lighter
but today has shown the ground and the wind is heavier
Yet i walk out of it , the same old building
farewell to the old walls , the open skies are waiting .
-------------------------------------------- for a friend who is celebrating last day at work
My age, timed hourly, has grown in that structure
Every morning's tan shadowed my skin tone
The plant i watered ,
now covers my car from the simmering heat
The squirrel i watched,
just silhouette's my memory's walkways
The lonely fountain water
still wants to touch the skies of future
The trimmed artificial grass
still whines for its lost wild nature
My respect , tagged to my titles , i earned in that structure
Every afternoon's lunch bulged my belly larger
The screens , the stairways
the distant rumblings of the murmur from colleagues
The meetings , the takeaways
the snoring afternoons with half awake eyes
Avons i waited ,for this day to retire
Years i toiled ,for paychecks in this structure
Centuries as fiscals passed before my sleepy eyes
and the moment has arrived to bid this all my farewell
Yet a piece of heart still lingers
to those same old weary days
to those stairs called failures
to those gossips of colleagues
The daily silly things suddenly looked important
Even the grass and trees ,suddenly turned friends
The yesterdays tomorrow had the skies and the breeze is lighter
but today has shown the ground and the wind is heavier
Yet i walk out of it , the same old building
farewell to the old walls , the open skies are waiting .
-------------------------------------------- for a friend who is celebrating last day at work
