The Autos’ Lament
It starts at the summit when finances plummet
and bosses toss ballast away
Your company pride takes a sharp, sudden slide
as a lifetime of work loses sway
Your abdomen churns from your loyalty burns
as you come to accept it’s one-way
You’d settled in cozy and thought you were rosy
because you’ve worked hard night and day
But you’re no more and no less than all of the rest
so you’ve no greater hope you can stay
You answer to rumors with a bleak sense of humor
then close your eyes tightly to pray
But the air blows in colder …
there’s a tap on your shoulder …
Your position’s no longer in play.
They give you a box,
take the keys for your locks
and the past twenty years fade to gray…
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toss out the shortsighted, greedy bosses have caused
the downfall of perhaps our one great surviving industry?
Debra, your "Autos' Lament" is most moving. -gene.