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.