Empty chair on the board
By Fiona Cummings
I couldn’t believe it
when they said your name
They are treating this like an evil game
Using you like a pawn
The gamer’s faces so fake and forlorn
If they knew that you are torn
Between feelings angry at what has gone on
And wanting to continue with the reason you were born
You have made such a difference
You walk into a room
We all feel your presence
Every brides groom
Every workers boss
Our very special friend
Someone else’s gain
Is our loss
We are going to miss you
so much
Please keep in touch
And never feel like you have failed
Everything you have done
Shall leave a helpful trail
You are number one
And always will be
Not only are you a colleague
But a dear friend to me
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