This is a manilla folder. Until last Thursday, it held copies of the contract I was working on. Now, il est vide, it is empty and our 'new' partner has changed his mind. Actually, he changed his mind about a lot of things and decided February was a great month to have a mid-life crisis. This experience helped bring into sharp focus what I want to do next in my career. I'm really grateful to have met you both even thought things didn't work out. Awesome, loser. Moving on...
Ode to That Old Young Man From Idaho
I’ll miss the bygone days of yore
when your emails held in store
the promise of hope and revenue
but now I only have the view
of the speed-dial space where your name is missing
but then inside I think I’m sensing
We aren’t probably missing much
You didn’t really have the touch
Or the edge or guts, wits or passion
You seemed confused about our mission
To build a company that will last
You just seemed to want a pass
On working hard from dawn ‘til dusk
Your feet have begun to rust
From sitting and staring at your navel
Contemplating life as it unravels
Regaling us with stories of old
Of attending meetings and counting gold.
So now that we have parted ways
You can finally have back your days
Of life and leisure and making babies
We refocus on what mainly
Keeps us happy at this dance
Old young man, you missed your chance.
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