Along my career there were a few that didn’t appreciate my special talents and for one reason or another we couldn’t work together anymore.
At first I was afraid. Heck I was even petrified.
Just to think of not toiling with them side by side.
Then I spend a lot of time thinking of how they were wrong.
And I grew strong…somehow learned again to go get along.
Now thinking back about that hectic pace.
I remember coming home a lot with a foochi-grumpy face.
Perhaps I had a mental block that wouldn’t allow me to be free
but there were bills to pay and quitting just ain’t me!
But then I went, stepped out the door.
Never looked back now ’cause sorrow is a chore.
So many good people and I had a few beers & a cry.
Sure I had a tumble but I would not let myself just lie.
Oh no not I……