Goodbye Poem

When I left my first job, I was to give a speech. Instead, I prepared a poem (or, rather a rhyme):

Time has wings;
it changes us as it swings;
it surprises us at what it brings.
But it leaves behind memories;
some sweet and some as travesties.

We move on;
we keep going.
Perhaps to think later;
over what we have been doing.

In the bid to stay abreast;
we neglect some basic trends.
Let us pledge to keep it balanced;
between health, relations and talent.

Thank you all for being there;
it was a pleasure coming here!


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