Those of my staff
who had gone for good.
who had left on their own
a few who I have sent back
keep coming in my thoughts
for reasons unknown
Most of them had been
with me for decades. I,
their boss never
bossed over, They ,
my deputies never
felt so.
Of recent, one of
them, the cook
wants to come back
needs me to call and confirm.
Representing through those
in service. he draws attention.
Holding back, I recollect
the experiences I had with
him, mostly pleasant,
a few being horrible.
“Make your mind, plead
my aching knees”.
I feel I have to give up
if not my knees will
stop working. I am
at cross roads, ego
or inability, which
is the surmount?
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