Monday, March 30, 2009

Memories of the Past

Sitting by the window,
I have recollections of the past,
when I used to work
in a large organization.
I was an analyst,
numbers was my game.
Stare at numbers did I
all day and all night
to make sense of  what
the numbers are.
Facing challenges from
the many people in the organization
I had to know what I was talking about.
Tell it to their faces I would
not beat around the bush.
That made my days numbered
as I realized truth is not always valued.
People prefered to save face
and not want to hear the truth.

Now as I sit by my window
recovering from depression,
I see the past like watching a movie
with me as an actor.

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