Retirement

This is my first day of retirement. Since it is Saturday, I feel little different. Let's see what Monday brings. My retirement party on Wed was great. Old friends came back to the event and said nice things about me. It felt funny. Thur and Fri were odd days at the office - I even worked 30 minutes past quiting time on Friday to help someone at the office. One sad note - none of my usual lunch bunch was available for lunch on Friday and I had to eat alone on my last day. That was not how I envisioned the last day to be. But I did write a couple of poems for the office before I left. I hope you enjoy them.

Who You Gonna Call

I’ll be leaving today
And I just had to say
I’ve had a good time with you all
But when I am home
I won’t answer the phone
So who are you gonna call?

Well, Loretta called Eddie up front
Said “Eddie we’ve ended the hunt
So just be a dear
And say I volunteer
And I’ll do anything that you want”

So no one should have any doubt
About who around here will help out
Eddie Ansell’s been named
(He’d say he’s been framed)
To be the man with all the clout

But Eddie can’t do it alone
He needs helpers as history has shown
So Loretta has said
That Cheryl and Deb
Will be alternates that you can phone

So if something needs fixin’ – call Ed
No answer? Call Debbie instead
If she can’t be found
Run Cheryl to ground
Your support around here won’t be dead
[More to follow this afternoon]

Mdailey / 05/01/09
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Farewell

So long, farewell,
auf Wiedersehn, good night
I see the light
I think the time is right

So long, farewell,
Auf Wiedersehn, goodbye
We all must leave
This time I fear it’s I

So long, farewell,
auf 'voir , auf wiedersehn
I’ve had some fun
I hope you’ve had the same

So long, farewell,
Adios & toodleoo
It’s been a blast
There’s no more I can do

So long, farewell,
Auf Wiedersehn, adieu
I’ve done my best
The rest is up to you

So long, farewell
Adios’ & Cheerio
My day is done
And now it’s time to go

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There once was a man from Chantilly
At 60 thought boy this is silly
I’ve done my share
So I’m out of there
This will be my last poem to you – really!

Mdailey 05/01/09