It sits dark, quiet and empty

A room with fancy chairs

An oak table to match

A beautifully remodeled room,

Who could ask for more than that?

Why do I speak of this boring room

where all the “suits” abound?

It sits there quietly with nothing to do,

until the big shots come around.

A time not long ago, an ugly metal

table was there.  The chairs were torn
and tattered, no one even cared.  The looks
didn’t matter; only joy filled the air.

Pot lucks were held once a month, and

Everyone got a birthday cake.  Office

Meetings were held with an old school
chalkboard, one with a badly scratched slate.

Many people enjoyed that old
break room, lunch room, and all the

Fun we knew.  Everyone laughed and

Smiled, now all that’s left is gloom.

But progress is progress as everyone knows.
After all, we have new furniture, the room is

State-of-the art.  The sterile place makes
me want to cry, it simply breaks my heart.