there will be tears

you hear the talk

of those no longer enthused

with the work they do.

the day in day out job

they attend to.

the punch of the clock,

the lunch at noon,

the drive home.

soon, they say, i'll quit.

they don't appreciate me here.

i'll leave this job and

sit around the house all

day. perhaps i'll travel,

i'll fish, i'll plant a garden

in the yard, i'll read all

the books i've meant to

read throughout the years.

you'll see, i'll quit this

job one day, i'll be gone.

and this place won't be the same.

i'll be greatly missed.

there will be tears.