The End

Seventeen years ago
I didn’t know it would last
I began our tenant’s TMO
Time has gone so fast.

Battles won and battles lost
Each memory lingers still
Each battle came with its own cost
Each departure left for me to fill.

Written policies, codes, and such
Filled those endless days
Only with a deft less touch
We forged ahead our ways.

Most were loyal, friends in time
Who gave and got respect
A few, turned enemies of mine
Tried their best to misdirect.

So now it’s gone
Much like losing a fine old friend
I’ll raise  no more, my baton
Good bye my friends

The End

Mike

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