Today is the anniversary of the day I was born
A special one this year.   A double nickel and
thirty years; it would be my time to go.
And go I would on this fateful day were it not
for so many recession woes.

Today is the day I would say good-bye to
all my colleagues and friends. 
My desk would be clear, but that would be strange.
 For I fear, I've never seen the top of it yet.

Paper piled a mile high, climbing ever upward to the sky. 
But today was special.  It was when I was going to kiss all of
 my paperwork good-bye.

But the timing is bad, yes it's all wrong, for me
to sing my last swan song.  So I'll sit at my desk,
And appreciate what I've got.  But one day, one
year, I'm going to see the top!

                                 Mary E. Lacey
                                         2011